I wonder who chooses what magazines end up at the checkout counter.

The Mrs. and I wandered several hours up into the mountains, meeting friends for lunch in Blue Ridge, Georgia. We’d never been, many things to see along the way if you’re looking.

Time on campus, a breakfast downtown and a walk down Spring Street, the reason the university is where it is. Even if the spring is now hidden.

Evening scenes around the neighborhood, as bucolic as we think it is there’s still signs of the mechanics of suburban life.

Late afternoon light through the kitchen window, all textures and tones.

Amazing what a week or so can do to a sunflower, isn’t it?

The old Kmart is still empty. Supposedly it’ll be town down and a new Kroger built, but there’s no sign of any work yet.