It has been one of those years in which, if I didn't have any photographs,…
There was nothing “hot” about this roof. Nor “tin”. In fact, yesterday evening was a chilly (but not cold), shingle-covered garage roof in a Pueblo, Colorado backyard – a roof my brother and I frequented as kids. I hoisted my daughter up for a view and when she pranced along the peak of the roof against the sky of a setting sun the silhouette photo was impossible to resist.
Tomorrow we’ll go “on the road” with Giuseppe Acerbi.