A trio of deer in the backyard this morning, very curious about me.

In Atlanta for a meeting, someone thinks their vehicle is just a little more precious than everyone else’s.

A little rain, a little chain link.

Over the summer, all of the bulletin boards in the building get cleared, only to be refilled once the students return.

This is the shed I need to remove, rusted and collapsing but still picking up a sheen after a little rain.

It has been many years since we had a bunch of trees removed from the backyard and I have never been able to get grass to grow there. The root structures sent up sprouts for a while and then they started to collapse, creating sinkholes the mower sunk into more than once.

One last try …

Well, we are more than rooms full of chairs.