Another semester has ended and it is always a little bittersweet.
We do a “commissioning” of sorts in which the students share their future plans. Sometimes as much as you would like to shout the story, you can’t as it is not the moment yet to share the details. In school settings, privacy becomes paramount in this connected world. So only a glimpse can be shown.
n.b. I am a little behind on the Year 40 posts due to, well, life and a bad CF card. I hope to catch up this week.
The skies opened up and delivered their bounty last Saturday as I drove through my old neighborhood in Houston. Torrential rains arrived just as the family had finished laying my grandmother to rest next to my grandfather – reuniting them after nearly 38 years. The strong thunderstorm led to a few hurried goodbyes to aunts, uncles and cousins before I started my way back home. As I cut through the old, familiar roads of my boyhood, the rain began to slacken but continued to course down the streets towards Houston’s streams and bayous.
The storm ended up dumping up to 8″ inches of rain as well as hail on southern Harris County Saturday. To read more about this brief but memorable storm, read this post from the Chronicle’s science reporter and blogger, Eric Berger.
Zombie Chick-Fil-A cow coming back for its revenge on Mikey for removing his ear and well other things.
More lightpainting. With work and running errands, it makes it hard some days to get out to shoot in the daylight some days.
Subject is a regulation USGA golf ball with a $100 bill embedded into it. A true “moneyball.”
I made my first trip to fellowship with Waco’s Church Under the Bridge with some students from Perspectives. The congregation, founded by Mission Waco’s Jimmy Dorrell, proudly call themselves Trolls. Since I was there to fellowship and not to document the experience, I only took a couple of photographs while in my seat. Here the congregation comes up to get the elements of communion.