Thank goodness it was pretty this morning, or my hour drive at 8 AM would have been pretty boring. I managed to snap a few photos between swerving potholes — which brings me to some questions. It’s been said that Cleveland (Northeast Ohio) has 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter, and construction and somehow, most of the time, this is true. Is it only us? I’ve seen construction in other places, of course, but every year Spring not only brings us flowers, but orange barrels as far as the eye can see. How have we not yet developed a pavement that doesn’t need patched every year? The saddest part is I was driving a road that was under construction all summer long and yet I still had to watch for holes.