Stopping for refreshment in the shade is always a good idea on a hot day.
Hoops anyone?
Various courts run up and down many streets in town.
On the way back, the river is still the best attraction as far as I am concerned. Now that all the snow has melted, it is less exciting, but still fascinating.
While everyone else is looking at the water gushing over the falls, he finds this interesting combination of textures by the side.
Class of 2009.
The principal is proud to address the class one last time.
Even the arena gets into the act.
Mascots are important here.
He zooms in to shoot what matters to a trombone player.
Big sister, first in line here.
Shaking hands and receiving her diploma.
With the mandatory cap and gown, shoes are the sole field of creativity remaining to the artist.
The band played the class in.
My daughter third from the end of this group.
Recessional.
After we finally found our graduate, without using her cell phone, which dad was holding.
Shoes make a statement.
Somewhere out there is my daughter.
Now they are done and ready to leave and face the adult world, or at least the Senior All Nighter.
Marching out.
I must have been passing through before sunset that time.
On hot days, the carpet is not as nice as the linoleum.
Gift for a new graduate.
This morning my phone rang while I was riding to the pool at 4:47. It is never a good thing when the phone rings at that hour, and especially not when it rings at that hour when I am riding up a hill. It turns out it was my friend who did the triathlon with me on Sunday. She had just picked up a message that our swim class had a substitute this morning and we would be starting at 6:00 instead of 5:30. She hoped she caught me before I left home. No such luck. It was a pretty morning. Here is a sample of the predawn sky.
I took the opportunity to wander downtown on my bike before the sun and the crowds arrived. The sun is rising over Gonzaga and the Kardong Bridge.
The sun also rises over the falls. We might walk by this spot tonight between dinner and graduation.
We will walk by this spot between dinner and graduation, but the sun will be behind us then.
Dig a hole, line it with concrete, fill it with water. How difficult can it be to put the pool back where they found it?
The water is high this year, but the trail is not inundated like it was last year. Note the self portrait in the low angle light. After that, I rode back to the pool for my regular swim, a little later than usual.
