The college does a Big Thing for homecoming. A giant BBQ on the lawn, music, games, the works. All coordinated by my colleague Karen Andrews, Certified Rock Star.

I may have been messing with her props …

My gluten-free wife is a baker. How I don’t weigh 300 pounds is beyond me.

Looking down is somtimes bad, sometimes good.

The Mrs. and I headed in to the big city for the Atlanta Press Club’s Hall of Fame Induction ceremony. She was pretty excited, I just played with shadows and light.

Down on the terrace level, we have a beautiful glass-enclosed closer where all the building’s wiring is shown off.

Yeah, I don’t know why, either.

Checked out early, met my pros for breakfast and then headed north. A 17 hour day followed by four hours of sleep … I need a nap.

Looped through Shady Dale where I found a cool barn and an old ice cream shack.

During the photojournalism workshops, I tend to forget to go see things. One of my many regulars, Billy Weeks, makes sure to drag me out of our editing space.

Alas, he wasn’t with us this weekend and I waited way too late to get out, just as it started to rain and the fair was winding down for the evening.

The kids, though … they had a great day, photo blogging for the Macon Telegraph.