Some friends were over for drinks and hummos on the porch and we got to talking about photography, blogging, and other creative topics.  The next thing you know, we had spawned 3 web sites between us and taken the next steps in our artistic endeavors.  Thus the origin of the new verb “front-porching”.

This picture, however, was taken on a completely different front porch, at the Roost in Fearrington Village on a Friday evening, when half the people I know pile up in front of the Roost’s front porch to gnosh and swill and listen to great home-cooked music by the likes of Justin Johnson, above, guitarist extraordinaire.

Taken on iPhone, SimplyB&W for effects.

– theDaily Grunge