So, after a quick stop at Starbucks in the Heights headed out along the familiar Minuteman. With the sun so low behind the tips of the trees are in light while the base of the trees are in shadow.
Crossing 128:
Through Acton, sun is higher in the sky:
Brand new surface with a tree crew to the right, when the officer waved me up the 10% grade I'm thinking how long is it going to take me to clear him, shorter than I imagined though, not only are we both in high vis yellow but we are also both listening to an Apple device (one ear only though):
(I don't know why I find this so funny, but had to copy the above image because an unfortunate random sequence of four letters in the image name got tripped by the censor-bot here.)
Lunch time through real orchards with real stone walls and real old homes, the mcmansion fauxlonials are miles away from here:
Crossing 495:
(Should have charged batteries....)
-mr. bill