Hollingsworth, Georgia

Headed up to the North Georgia mountains to work on a little rally, a few scenes along the way.

Hollingsworth, Georgia

Highlands, North Carolina

Highlands, North Carolina

Athens, Georgia

This had to be the most boring sub I have ever seen. Or eaten.

Athens, Georgia

Nickel Creek in the evening from the balcony, preceded by wiring begining in the newsroom.

Athens, Georgia

Athens, Georgia

As the day ended, the winds picked up and blew the kudzu about.

Athens, Georgia

Athens, Georgia

Athens, Georgia

Little hints of the fall to come.

Athens, Georgia

An old set of charis the Mrs. found (and used at the theater), now needing a little TLC.

Athens, Georgia

I know summer means tomato-and-mayo sandwiches for many, but for me it means fresh corn. I have memories of road-side vegetable stands in front of the field the corn was harvested from. Boiled, doused in butter, pepper and salt … it’s summer sweetness on a cob.

The season has wound down and I feel behind, I missed a month of it this year. I won’t let that happen again.