By the end of the school year, everyone’s exhausted. The students in my Documentary Film Workshop did great work, but we were in the cutting room (Studio B of the DMCA) until the wee hours of the morning for nights on end. Students in my other course, Documentary and the Environment took to it with gusto as well, and I look forward to teaching it again in future years.
The Film Studies Program went through an external review this academic year, which was stressful but generally a success–pinpointing areas in which we have fallen short and generating vigorous and hopefully fruitful discussion. We’ll see.
My Uncle Ferd’s garden, which he and my Aunt Nancy tended for many years. When I was John Carlos’s age, I woke up one morning at dawn (5 or 5:30 am) and went into the garden and picked a tomato. Family legend has it that I ran back into the house shouting “Aunt Nancy, Uncle Ferd–I found a ripe tomato!” My family has been going to the Jersey Shore each summer since my father was four.
photos mostly by Threese Serana