Though I suppose if they’re open until 2 a.m., no one’s going to read anyway.

Headed down to Milledgeville, never been but I suspect I’ll be back. There’s this funky little bakery that sells all sorts of weird things.

Late afternoon light makes its way into the south entrance to New College … which was built in 1820.

The painters have made it up to the second floor, pulling out the baseboards along the way.

Late afternoon light makes its way into the undergrowth.

At least this wasn’t the way to the polls.

I guess this is recycling.

Last day in Harris County. The stories were good, but I’m happy this one is in the books. By far the most stressful one I’ve put on.