A little pop of color tucked under the steps.

Afternoon light on wiring steps, light, shadow and curves.

It’s February 4 … my 13th February in Georgia. I’m still not used to this.

Not sure there’s anything sadder than a dog who can’t tell time.

The construction area at the front of the building is ringed with plastic and bears some scattered footprints.

The spring semester has fewer breaks in it and it feels like more of a grind, though I’m not sure it’s that much different from the fall.

Construction continues, wallboard starting to go up behind plastic.