Day two of the Atlanta Photojournalism Seminar is in the books, the vendor room is mostly empty. I think the highlight for me was seeing Deanne Fitzmaurice speak, her work has always resonated with me.

Grady College is a sponsor of the Atlanta Photojournalism Seminar, so I get to go. I mean, I would go anyway, because getting to hear Gary Hershorn talk about how he uses Instagram to market himself is really worth it.

Not entirely sure why there’s a set of stairs to a second floor door of a retail shop, but there is.

The drought has killed our chances of much color this year, but at least the afternoon light is clean and crisp.

Home games coming up, I suppose.

Up early for the second day of the US Road Rally Championship, this time it’s a trap rally. I’ve only done one trap rally in my life and it didn’t go well.

But that early morning light breaking over Mount Snow in West Dover … with light like that, it’s got to be a good day, right?

Frank and I headed out and had a blast. We figured out a few traps, fell for a few and even created one for ourselves forcing us into a 14 mile unintended loop.

We ended up second, again, to the same team as Saturday. John Buffum’s A Bridge Too Far maybe wasn’t, but it made me enjoy trap rallies. And gave me some ideas for an event down here …

Today was the 50th running of the Covered Bridge Rally, my reason for this New England journey. I’ve run this event maybe ten times, have even won it before. The first 49 runnings were all organized by the same gentleman, Ted Goddard, who unfortunately passed a few months back.

One hundred competitors gathered from around the country (including teams from California and Alaska), we told stories before we started, at the lunch break and at the awards ceremony. The New England Region of the Sports Car Club of America had a tremendous display of memorabilia, including a listing of almost every competitor who has ever run.

We all told tales of Ted, then headed off into the woods. I haven’t competed in more than two years, so I was very nervous. My partner Frank is still a regular on the event circuit, so he just dropped himself into the navigators seat and was ready to go. I climbed into the driver’s seat of his Subaru and quietly, calmly … freaked out.

All of the big names were here and I hadn’t tried to time a line in 24 months. What was I thinking?

I calmed myself, muttering Ted’s mantra: If you don’t know what to do, do what Ted would want you to do.

What would Ted want me to do? Have a good time.

So, we did.

Ended up second.

Ted was always right on that sort of thing.