For the next few months, all our Friday nights are now consigned to marching band performances

It was the logical next step.

Pieces long gone, pieces left behind.

The crepe myrtles shed a little every year, the smooth bark peeling away like aged paper.

A mid-afternoon storm dumped almost three inches of rain in about 30 minutes.

That harsh afternoon light has to be good for something.

Morning light and a little breeze.