Two days in a dark room, on mildly uncomfortable chairs, listening to great speakers. Good days.

Attending the Atlanta Photojournalism Seminar for, I think, my tenth time in a fourth different location.

A walk across campus, an off-beat table for lunch – both brought sights of students in various stages of their day.

There are so many family members and friends who served, I’ll never be able to say thank you to all of them. But my dad, my cousin Jimmy and my uncle George deserve a mention. As do the folks who went through the Military Photojournalism Program at Syracuse while I was there.

I feel like I was deceived, there were none to be found.

We had Atlanta Journal Constitution columns Kyle Wingfield on campus to talk to students and faculty. Some good observations about the issues the AJC is facing but, as with so many, he’s not sure what the answers are.

It feels like it has been raining here forever, makes you want to turn it into letters. G is for Go Away.