Lasers, three miles from the house. How could I not?

Steam rises off a little retention pond on campus. I was walking along and hear a loud glug-pop, looked over and hot water was draining out of that black pipe. No idea where it was coming from.

Early and only the squirrels are active.

Balloons and pom poms are all that’s left of the weekend’s game.

Part of the new ritural, wash and dry the week’s masks.

Scenes from pickingup dinner.

Tis the season again.