It takes five teams of judges to sort through the thousands of finalists and declare what is the Best of Photojournalism.

Some students, I hear, pre-bar. Our students pre-nap as we head into a very long weekend of judging the National Press Photographers Association Best of Photojournalism competition.

A chilly morning here in the Classic City, not everyone had a warm place to be.

We headed to the Georgia Theater, old friends and new, to hear (and I am not making this up) Trampled by Turtles.

Very much worth it.

Soon, our cars will all turn yellow with the spring pollen and it will feel like a thick algae lodged in our lungs.

Spring is great, isn’t it?

I’m not sure how you make this sharp of a turn, but there’s the evidence of it … on my lawn.

I’ve been driving by this little station for 15 years now, not sure it was ever a gas station or a garage in that time. It’s currently a car wash and they sold hot tubs before that.