Weekending

Belatedly, and mostly for my sister, who wanted to see graduation pics.

Class of 2025 RAWKS!



But I comfort myself by thinking: still a long way to go.



Industry.



First day of summer breakfast...hmmm, a new tradition?



Great literature stays with you.



It's barely summer, but the smell of minced garlic just starting to melt into tomato sauce makes me nostalgic for fall. Why can I never be happy?

(I'm kidding, you know.)