Because this year was so tough for me (I took on a huge teaching load), I feel drawn to it too -- sort of like the climber who gets especially fond of her Everest. Precious faces, precious minds, sharp thoughts, quiet glances. I already miss them.
One last run down Bascom Hill for an espresso.
A look past the food carts, toward the Capitol...
...up the hill again. And then out. Close the door. Exhale.
I'll be teaching this summer again, but not until July. Until then, my work will be portable and I intend to take it places. Maybe far, or, maybe no further than Ed's farmette, or just my balcony. So long, Bascom Hill. See you in the heat of the summer.
Came here from Jen's. Looking through, you take beautiful pictures. Enjoy your break profitably (however defined)!
ReplyDeleteWhy couldn't you have taught property when I was in law school? For the record, assigning 100 1Ls to a 7:45 a.m. property lecture three days a week was one of the law school's worst policies.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Wade-property would have been much easier to take with you as a teacher! As you know, you were one of my very few bright spots in law school.
ReplyDeleteThe colors on Bascom and Library Mall are spectacular for this time of year. It looks like it's already summer in Wisconsin.
Congratulations on finishing up another semester!
ReplyDeleteDon: welcome! Oh the years when story blogging was still so sexy that the whole pack -- Jen included, gave us a running daily stream of posts...
ReplyDeleteWade and Sara and Cate: Thanks! My class was during sleepy lunch time so I had to speak with passion to keep them awake. Property and passion. Imagine.