This morning (sidenote: I loooooooove not going into work until 9am. It's like a halfday or something), I walked the dog around my neighborhood. Everything was beige and gritty. Everything. A few people were outside sweeping or hosing off cars, but mostly it was quiet and unicolor. Peaceful and strange.
My favorite image was a front porch with three kitchen chairs all facing each other, clearly the scene of friendship. An ashtray lay between the chairs, none of them very dusty (striking). I love the idea of three amigos sitting outside during the utter craziness, smoking, chatting, watching walls of dust envelope their neighborhood.