Sunrise Sunset

I left out early this morning for work so that I could swing by the polls and vote. Pulling to the end of our driveway, I stopped, looked, and listened. Even though we live on a rural dead-end road, people FLY past our house.

As I sat for a moment a slash of color drew my eyes away from the road and onto a stand of nandina berries that Jilda had planted at the edge of our drive. The morning sun highlighted the scene as if to say, "Hey Bud, have a look at this before you start your busy day." Pulling the phone from my pocket, I snapped a few frames before rechecking for traffic and heading to the polls.

When I arrived at the Union Hall, the parking lot was full, but our poll people worked efficiently, and it only took a few minutes to do the deed.  Soon I was at my desk earning my keep. 

Jilda and I decided to attend a forum on investigative journalism at Samford University in Birmingham. 

She worked this afternoon, so I headed out to pick her up. Storms were raking through the area and rain fell so hard at times it sounded like hailstones hitting the windshield. 
As I drove further north, the rain slowed to a thick mist. On the driveway to the building where she works, I looked off to the south and the sky looked menacing. When I punched on the radio, I heard a report saying there were tornado warnings south of us.

The forum was fascinating. The speaker from the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. Prior to coming to the Atlanta paper, he worked for a paper in Minnesota where he was on a team that won a Pulitzer Prize for a series of articles they produced on infant deaths at daycare facilities.

By the time we got back home we were both whipped. I didn't spend a lot of time proofreading, so I'm taking it on faith that it's not full of errors.
We're heading to bed now. Y'all have a great Wednesday.