The last class before break is the day my advanced kids show their day in the life of a photojournalist project. One shadowed a former student, who watched over the lab as we took a short break.

It’s back, but only for a short while, thankfully.

Some nights, the light is just a little weird as I leave campus giving an oddly warm glow to the leaves left blowing around.

A little leftover wiring outside the college and above our new patio.

The Mrs. and I took a long walk through the woods of the State Botanical Garden, something we need to do more often. I wanted to learn this new camera and how to see with two bodies again, we wanted time out of the house.

She was very patient as I stopped every hundred feet, which makes for a long, short walk.

Two days in a dark room, on mildly uncomfortable chairs, listening to great speakers. Good days.

Attending the Atlanta Photojournalism Seminar for, I think, my tenth time in a fourth different location.