in an Oxford, Ohio alley
I’m catching up from the weekend where I strained muscles and sweat buckets lifting stuff from the move I will stop yammering about.
But damn, it ain’t easy.
Then yesterday, I got a stamp in the mail I ordered a while back–one of those self-inking deals. And it was just the key I was hoping for to unlock a design conundrum. It didn’t solve the problem, but it did offer a new perspective outside of the digital realm.
In relation to the photo, it’s from a lunch excursion that included a pitstop at the post office. I don’t know the artist behind this tidbit, but it made going through the alley all the more rewarding.