Headed in to Atlanta to see three friends talk about their work at an event put together by my friend Stanley Leary. The talk opened with Robin Rayne Nelson talking, followed by Billy Weeks and then Billy Howard.

A very good day.

Afternoon shadows on campus and someone was kind enough to label a truck.

If you don’t eat your salad, you can’t have your dessert … I ate the salad, not all of the dessert.

I headed up to the University of Tennessee – Chattanooga to take part in my friend Billy Weeks’ Photo Night. He brought in four photographers (including my former student, Cody Schmelter, at right) to talk about just three photos.

It was a very cool night and, on my long ride home, I thought we need this in Athens … so, umm, stay tuned …

If you spend any time with me, you know I have a passion for music. I spent a lot of my early career chasing light on stage, looking for those little moments where the performance and art blended and magic emerged.

Socially relevant? Not always, but a ringing guitar can salve a lot of souls.

An early favorite was the BoDeans, who I photographed several times in the late 1980s and 1990s. Last time, though, was in 1997 – meaning that film is old enough to buy a PBR at the bar.

A friend messaged me a few days ago, they were coming to Athens, small venue … dude, sign us up.

The Mrs. and I are trying to get better about getting out of the house. With both kids off to college, the time is there … though we’ve both managed to get busier this spring. We had a grand time, and I only wandered off two or three times to try and make some frames.

I remember when everyone was focused on the performance, lost in trances, lost in dances. It’s a little different now, the need to prove attendance is not something I really get. I go for me, not to prove to others I was there.

Of course, then I start publishing photos, so what do I know …

Stared for a while but I could not figure out why they tore up these bricks.

Pro tip: If you take photojournalism students to the Washington, D.C., area and offer to take them to see the Lincoln Memorial before departing on a Sunday morning, they may agree … and then they may negotiate.

“You said leave the hotel at 7:00 a.m., but the sun rises at 6:36 a.m. And the Lincoln Memorial faces into the sun. And the weather shows clear skies … can we leave at 5:30 a.m., instead? It’ll make for better photos …”