Take a bunch of photojournalism students to a conference, let them prove they belong and people will line up to talk to them. A very good first day.

Off in the corners, old friends balance work and conference life.

Spent the day in a 12 passenger van hauling nine students from Georgia to Virginia for the National Press Photographers Association Northern Short Course, piling out at various rest stops for fuel and food. Someone will not be happy a few miles down the road.

A little sliver of light hangs on late in the day.

Metal where it has massed, metal where it doesn’t belong.

An almost-Apple-esque aesthetic.

There are a couple of grocery stores near our house and we almost always head to the newer one, which is maybe a tenth of a mile closer to us.

It has been some time since I was in the older one but we swung through yesterday, the Mrs. looking for something specific they tend to have. There have been discussions about building a new one, almost adjacent, but no ground has been broken.

Walking the aisles was like a series of flashbacks. I wouldn’t call the store old, but it hasn’t been updated in quite some time and it feels worn – it takes a lot of usage to wear down diamond plate.

My parking lot has a surprising number of Mini Coopers. In addition to mine, there are two silver convertibles, a dark green hardtop, and two beiges hardtops along with an occasional red convertible. Was sad to see one of the beige Coopers with what appears to have been a smashed window sealed over.