Seems like this has been here a while.

Concessions are closed for the evening, I guess.

The new student space has these cool rolling chairs … that we roll into an adjacent, empty room from time to time.

Outside of Ciné, everyone is connected. Or not.

Last day of class, last student out the door. Still critiques and portfolios and exit interviews, but that’s the completion of ten years of teaching here at the University of Georgia.

How did that happen?

This is one of the few images I have felt before I made it. Sitting on the porch, streaming the HBO Documentary Living With Lincoln and I glanced over and saw this. It fit the tone of the film (which I really recommend watching).

Nothing to do with the band Rusty Truck … but this one is done, I’d say.