It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, even the out-of-towners get excited. Spent the weekend with the National Press Photographers Association board of directors at their annual meeting, the seventh time it’s been held here at Grady.

We all have our interpretations of paradise. For some, it’s shorts in December. For others, it’s palm trees and technicolor beverages.

For me, it’s anywhere I can use my camera to share a little snippet of life – whether’s it’s sitting at the pharmacy waiting to pick up the dog’s medication or sitting at the same pharmacy, a few days later, to get my flu shot.

The joy of taking a four dimensional world and bringing it down to just two, to preserve a moment in time from a particular point of view … to me, that’s paradise.

And with this post, I close out 3,287 days of making and sharing a photo every day here on the phlog. Nine years, no misses.

Tomorrow, batteries charged up again, I’ll start year ten of what was supposed to be a one-year project. I can’t wait to see something new.

The kids wanted a class photo, so they lined up … and I stepped aside for a moment to make my own.

As with most photojournalists, I hate having my own picture made.

When the light is right, everything tries to get away.

With the students mostly out of town, we townies snuck out for some fun.

Put down an old drop cloth and found memories of past projects.

The Girl Child did up the napkins for our annual Orphan Faculty Thanksgiving Dinner today.