The plaza I walk through every day was marked up earlier in the semester and I’ve been waiting for … anything … to happen.

They may have been around a long time, but they don’t stay open on Sundays.

After the show, we took one of the stars out for a late night snack that slid into the wee hours. Then we took an old friend out for brunch on a rainy morning.

Evening shows and afternoon shops, both dealing with closures and loss.

Afternoon meeting on south campus meant a brisk walk and some time for observations.

Another day on campus, heading home as the sun sets.

And so it begins … early morning voting, then a run into Atlanta for a meeting. The above and below were two sides of the same street, before and after an advisory council meeting.