
There was a time when my bag was heavy with glass and brass, now it’s drives and wires.

There was a time when my bag was heavy with glass and brass, now it’s drives and wires.

As we reset classrooms at the end of judging for the National Press Photographers Association Best of Photojournalism, I was surprised at how many left-handed student chairs we had.

It takes five teams of judges to sort through the thousands of finalists and declare what is the Best of Photojournalism.

Some students, I hear, pre-bar. Our students pre-nap as we head into a very long weekend of judging the National Press Photographers Association Best of Photojournalism competition.

A chilly morning here in the Classic City, not everyone had a warm place to be.

We headed to the Georgia Theater, old friends and new, to hear (and I am not making this up) Trampled by Turtles.
Very much worth it.

Soon, our cars will all turn yellow with the spring pollen and it will feel like a thick algae lodged in our lungs.
Spring is great, isn’t it?