Last day of school. At least, the last day of work at school. The dissertation is not over, by a long shot. So, that school continues. It’s not pretty. It’s not perfect. But it’s getting there.
The hills are drying out quickly.
That time of year. Time to file away all the school-related materials.
The weather is finally turning more seasonable. Highs in the low 80s, and cool delta breezes. The plants in the printshop are finally starting to root down.
Last Monday of the school year.
*image by Herb Lubalin, 1968