Grady alum Steve Oney was in town, talked about his new book and signed a few. It’s now sitting on my table, though I didn’t get it signed … next time he’s in town, I’ll try again.

It doesn’t take long to remove a few acres of macadam.

Summer means construction season on campus. The lot adjacent to our building complex is being torn out and resurfaced. (This is not where I park, I’m cheap and use the $10-a-month cheaper lot across the street.)

It’s kind of what we do, isn’t it? Steal a little light and try to sell it as something else.

The main sign says open, which seems unlikely. It’s either a remnant from before the fire or is making reference to the smaller sign, which has the tattoo shop open at another location.

Late afternoon light creeping around the blinds. This is a low-ISO, color image – that’s not grain, it’s texture.

Out early to hit the farmer’s market, first time we’ve made it this year. We must be townie’s by now, ran into three people we knew in about ten minutes time.