Homecoming for the university, made my way over for our tailgate and the game. Worst game I think I’ve ever watched … but the campus looked good, even if the people wandering over the railroad bridge were a bit frightening.

The local boys make grand entrance if nothing else.

Late afternoon light on an old building.

Tis the season for everything to peter out.

Wandering across campus late in the afternoon and I heard water. A little hunting found this small fountain I’d never seen before.

Same evening, a mile and an hour apart.

Heading home, I took yet another route. So many things to explore along the way, including the old Ben Hill School and an abandoned gas station across the street in Hillsboro.