confessions in f8

Winchester Cathedral, as the first light hits it, taken through the window of my hotel room. It struck me that the dawn light has struck this building in this way for the last 900 years, give or take. Depending on the weather, of course.

First day in the UK on a business jaunt. Winchester is my home for a week.

This room was my brother Bob’s when I was in high school. Later, after we had both moved away, Mom redecorated this room as a guest room, and insisted that I use it when I came to stay. I took this after the movers had gone. Mom left the bed for the new owner.