Desperate for a photo of the day, as I have been on many other occasions, I grasp for something to photograph. Sitting at a red light coming off the freeway, inspiration strikes – it’s the underside of the overpass, perfect. You can see we don’t live in the midwest. There is no rust, no crumbling concrete, no human nests perched between rafters for the homeless, which if you haven’t read lately, stands at 744,000 Americans.