Late afternoon light, reflecting off high glass windows and down onto a bar’s patio. We all take our own path.

The Mrs. was making trophy-trinkets for a Super Hero Yoga fundraiser. Everyone wins gold.

Eyes up and you can spot things.

Kids, cameras and colleagues all over the Photo Cave today.

I walk through a gated lot en route to my (cheaper) undated lot. The gates use to open at 5 p.m. and students would line up to get in. They changed the timing this year, so the kids took things into their own hands, I guess.

She popped open the door of the truck and started looking.

Sometimes, you throw the family in the wagon and you go for ice cream. No reason needed.