Same city, same day, different time, different campus.

The chaos continues, trips here and there, meetings and projects, a constant rush. On a quick blast to see return my daughter’s car, I hit a stop light and got to just see the sky for a moment.

… but please pick up your trash.

Little pockets of light poking through at the end of the day.

At the end of the day, the doors left open are usually the same.

Some friends hosted a debate party for the first round so we reciprocated, bringing about 20 like minded people together for the evening. It was far more disturbing than the first, for so many reasons.

Third year at the Georgia National Fair. Some logistical challenges, but a good day. Even made it over for a bit as the light gave up.