“He gets back to the Casino just as big globular raindrops, thick as honey, begin to splat into giant asterisks on the pavement, inviting him to look down at the bottom of the text of the day, where footnotes will explain all. He isn’t about to look. Nobody ever said a day has to be juggled into any kind of sense at day’s end. He just runs. Rain grows in wet crescendo. His footfalls send up fine flowers of water, hanging a second behind his flight.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow
Bill Chance 
Striking shape and texture.
Thanks. It’s a palm tree, wrapped for the winter. Some guy has a bunch of these in his yard and I see them on my way to work. I used another shot for an entry a week or so ago, may do another, edited differently.
Love the combination of words and image. It’s a great shot.
Thanks, this is one where the day was ending and I needed to come up with something quick. Sometimes, those are the best.