I've never really grown out of that love of driving, and occasionally on nice afternoons, like today, I jump in and go. I went to the country today. My God Mother would call this type of drive a "Soda Run." It's a soda run because you can sip your soda as you drive slowly through the countryside.
Today I was in search of something. The Glass House. I had heard about it. Knew kind of where it was located. When I got there I was terribly disappointed to find it on private property. I couldn't get close. Plus I thought it would be little more colorful. After all, it is made entirely of glass.
But when I looked closer, I was a little more interested. When I zoomed in I could see what I think is the bottoms of glass bottles. Looks like a honeycomb. (Pardon the fuzziness)