Day 57: Bricks

Today I decided to get a picture of all the stacks of bricks in my neighbors yard. They are slowly building a smoker and patio and so have all of these bricks sitting there. Without snow you could see them again.

"Let us guess that whenever we read a sentence and like it, we unconsciously store it away in our model-chamber; and it goes with the myriad of its fellows, to the building, brick by brick, of the eventual edifice which we call our style." -Mark Twain