Wandered around the asylum this morning – looking for people/things to photograph.
Not everything will be making it to the big screen.
The telcom closet on my floor was left open this morning. It isn’t pretty inside. I always feel that electrons are happier when they are running around in neat, organized and labeled cables. I know that makes no scientific sense. Tidy cables are just one of my little fetishes.
Not surprised that my WiFi is: