Afternoon shadows seem to be coming from different light sources.

Someone moved a smoker’s chair to get out of the rain.

Turns out there are a couple of “Buckheads” here in Georgia. Most folks think of the ritzy Atlanta neighborhood but I wandered into Historic Buckhead, a little rail depot town that time has passed by.

We went down to what my wife refers to as Tinytown College to take the Girl Female Adult Child out for her birthday and watch her spring concert.

Walking across campus in the evening light, headed to a retirement party for my colleague David Hazinski. It feels like we’ve had a lot of transitions of late, big personalities departing on a regular basis. I’m ready for a little calmness to settle in – these have been very good people.

The spring construction season has commenced.

The sun breaks across this campus in spectacular and monocolored ways at times.