At the end of a gas station parking lot, next to the dumpsters.

Construction along 316, en route to Atlanta.

This has happened the last few summers, one of the trees out back grows leaves and then loses them mid-summer. Most of the limbs have died off now, so it’s sprouting from the trunk. No idea what is happening, but I think we’ll be taking it down.

Next to one magnolia rises another.

There is almost nothing in this world I like more than fresh corn on a summer evening. I could eat a bushel of it, I think.

In the lobby of the local art theater, how else to pass the time?

First one dog got sick, then the other dog got sick, then we covered the carpet with a big blue tarp.