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.

Now it’s time to reconnect with family–-and catch a few waves.

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