June 27 is the 178th day of the year, there are 187 days left in 2016

So, Symone Sanders quit today as press secretary:

Symone Sanders quits as national press secretary for Bernie Sanders
LOS ANGELES—Bernie Sanders’ national press secretary, one of the most prominent women of color and young people in presidential politics, said Sunday that she has left the campaign.

Welcome to Sunday Brunch. This is an open thread so help yourself to the goodies and sit a spell and let us know what is new with you. I love to cook but with only two people in the house there is usually leftovers. Reid loves Corned Beef around St. Patrick's Day and I love Chinese BBQ called Char Siu. I have learned to make enough so that I can do more than one recipe using the meat.

So, it's not a big deal to most people, but to me, it's a MAJOR thing. I finally was able to let my kids out on their own without panic.

This is a fundraiser being cross-posted over there. I want to find out if this community likes this kind of thing.

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I don't believe in the prison. I don't care who it is that people want to put in there. Richard Reid. Richard Cheney. Richard Speck. I don't care. Because what happens in the prison, should happen to no human being. Or any other living creature.

Many words, they have been written against the prison. Yet the prison still stands. This is not fathomable to me. But, I know, the prison, it will not stand, always.

Dannie Martin, he wrote many wise and powerful words, against the prison. Words that were truth. Drawn from his own experience and observation. While interned in the prison.

In the summer of 1986, Martin was 46, in the sixth year of a 33-year sentence for bank robbery. He was locked away in the federal penitentiary at Lompoc. He had spent 21 years in various reform schools, jails, camps, prisons, and chain-gangs. He was the son of California Central Valley migrant workers—a "hillbilly." While still a pre-pube, he liked his liquor; later, he liked his heroin. Which is for why he robbed the banks. He was a reader—Shakespeare, Schopenhauer, Robertson Davies, Larry McMurtry, the New Yorker. And he was a writer. And, when he moved, that year, to write about the prison, the prison, it moved to snuff him out.

This post is a fairly brief one. I had a lot on this week and the whole Brexit train wreck thing has taken up most of my focus since yesterday. The subject is shooting into the light.

This weeks assignment - Photographing into the light.