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

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.

And so it ends for us and begins for them – University of Georgia’s spring commencement in the stadium. After days of weather warnings and postponement planning, it was a glorious evening as we wizards wandered into the stadium.




We hung the new National Press Photographers Association Student Chapter exhibit, then had a little reception. Swing by the first floor of Grady to see what they did this year.

Looking backwards on the day – convocation, kids at the Arch and a morning appointment.



My colleague had several of us over for wine, cheese and dog petting. The latter was probably the most needed given the end of the semester.