Parking Spaces #56

Friday, 3:30 p.m., intermittent light rain. No cars on Level 7.

The second bottle rolled away from where it had been yesterday:

The first bottle is in the same place. Clear sky on the horizon:

Today I have a different umbrella:

It’s smaller than the one I had the other day. Last night I was walking home with it when a man approached me outside the parking deck. He said he was homeless and needed it. I said I didn’t want to give it to him but he told me I could by another one, so I gave it to him. He said he was walking to the Durham Rescue Mission “after I smoke my weed.” Today I saw him a few blocks from the parking deck asking people for money.

Cigarette butt:

Scooter and fire hydrant outside the parking deck:

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