The fiery glow of a hot kiln used for glassblowing.
Wandering from the village main street, I found myself in a cramped, cool alley. Daylight was swallowed by two brick buildings, leaving only a narrow path to walk. Glancing up from the shadows, a sliver of familiar sky could be seen. The glass panes of a lone window shimmered with lazy clouds floating on a sapphire sea. (Northport, NY)
Push buttons of an antique cash register on display at Bube's Brewery. (Mount Joy, PA)
