Everything has a form.

The campus has really emptied out.

The late, great cowboy poet and folk singer Chuck Pyle sang about the roof of a pickup taking up too much of the sky. Always liked that line and now that I own a little convertible, I love it a little more.

I don’t think you should use a full space for your scooter, but okay.

I shall never tire of the morning light in my backyard and that oak tree is one of my anchors.

The Eastside yarn-bombers hit a newspaper box this week. No one seemed to notice for a bit.

To celebrate our 12th familyversary (it’s a thing here), we headed in to Atlanta to see Michelle Obama speak. A powerful evening, for sure.