Dashed Lines, One With Selfie

On Friday, I went to the Ivy Tech University admissions 

office to inquire about taking classes.

I want to update my computer graphics skills, 

learn to put together websites, and to improve 

my design skills to compete in a more 

contemporary market.

There aren't many jobs available that

interest me at all; all I want to do

is art, photography, and river history related.

There are often jobs available with organizations

involved in those fields. I want one, so ...

back to school. 

From Out of the Doors They Streamed

I'd just missed the 7:30 bus to work and was walking 

a few blocks to catch one on a different route

when I was joined up with children, accompanied by their parents, 

all going more or less the same direction.

Monday was the first day of school and the children were 

on their way to an elementary school about a quarter mile away.

It was a reassuring scene; the parents showing their

kids the route, the "safe path" between home

and the school building. While this dad walked with his

two boys, one mom drove her SUV alongside

her son and daughter as they rode their bicycles

on the sidewalk. I know this because I'd heard the boy

calling out to me as he approached from behind,

with mom calling to him from the car,

"Say 'excuse me,' Jacob!"

"I did, Mom!" he said, and I nodded agreement.

Another year of learning, of learning one's

way from home to a new place.

Thankfully, in these cases, mom and dad

are there to help show the way,

a natural progression repeated over

the generations.

Textured Tuesday: School Supplies

The nearby Dollar Store offered these brightly-colored school 

supplies, packets of pens, erasers and markers

in amounts sufficient to keep writing and erasing stuff

for the entire school year.

I fiddled with the color balance a bit, but the 

hues still would keep these items from being lost

in the bottom of one's bookbag or locker.