The Cover-Up 1
December 15, 2017
As I wended my way toward the alleys of downtown Sarasota Sunday, I walked past a relatively new condominium building. The first-floor windows—probably destined to let passers-by look at shop wares—were still more or less covered with white plastic on the inside. I liked the folds, rips, and sags of it, and the moisture caught between it and the windows.
Romancing Reality 