Knoxville, Tennessee. The Crown & Goose, in the Old City.

Knoxville, Tennessee. Upstairs at the newly reopened (after nearly 30 years of closure) S&W. And here’s a landmark many old Knoxvillians will recognize.

And the old S&W didn’t have a bar, but the new one has two. Progress!

Plus, a friendly, upbeat staff!

Quincy, Illinois. Taken with the Panasonic Lumix LX-3.

Knoxville, Tennessee.

SO I WOKE UP EARLY to find the Insta-wife already surfing, her face gently lit by the Asus-glow. I snapped a picture — and then went back to sleep.

Knoxville, Tennessee. Getting ready for Sundown In The City.

Knoxville, Tennessee. Another picture of the deflated credit ape. Poor guy; it’s kind of sad.

Knoxville, Tennessee. Gay Street, at lunchtime.

Knoxville, Tennessee. Krutch Park, downtown.

THE CREDIT BUBBLE: Before:

And after:

GRAND CAYMAN, BWI. For when only an omnipotent, omniscient, and omnibenevolent stylist will do . . . .

GRAND CAYMAN, BWI. The blonde blur in the foreground is a waitress named Fiona from New Zealand; after seven years her Cayman work visa is about to run out (more on that topic later) and she’ll be moving to Sydney to be a personal trainer.

Grand Cayman, BWI. Morgan’s Harbor.

Grand Cayman, BWI. On the North End.

THE VIEW FROM MY WINDOW, 6:20 a.m. this morning.

Knoxville, Tennessee. On Market Square, taken yesterday when the Insta-Daughter and I were downtown for the Rossini Festival.

Knoxville, Tennessee. The Downtown Grill & Brewery.

Asheville, North Carolina. Looking like a better choice every day. . . .

Knoxville, Tennessee. In the era of hope and change!

Knoxville, Tennessee.

Farragut, Tennessee.

Knoxville, Tennessee. Naples Italian Restaurant.

Farragut, Tennessee.

Grand Cayman, BWI.

Grand Cayman, BWI. This is Lauren, a dive guide, who’s from New Zealand. When she posed, I asked her to “look intrepid.”

Grand Cayman, BWI. This is Georgetown Harbor, and as I mentioned earlier I did a couple of dives — Eden Rock and Cheeseburger Reef — within one or two hundred yards from this site and the reefs looked good.

Grand Cayman, BWI.

Grand Cayman, BWI. Bob McManus wrote asking for a picture of an “offshore tax haven.” That would be the whole island, I think, but most of that kind of thing goes on in these fairly unremarkable buildings in downtown Georgetown.

UPDATE: Dan Mitchell on why tax havens are good for the global economy. More here and here. (Via, er, Dan Mitchell, who also has a book on tax competition and why it’s good.)

Grand Cayman, BWI.

Grand Cayman, BWI.

Grand Cayman, BWI.

My Bar, Grand Cayman. Shot handheld with the Panasonic LX3.

Grand Cayman, BWI. Fidel Murphy’s Irish Pub.

Grand Cayman, BWI.

Asheville, North Carolina. Some Althouse-style cafe-photoblogging. No, I haven’t been back there — this is from the weekend trip last month.

Knoxville, Tennessee. Near the UT Student Center, on the site of the Ernest & Ellis Drug Store, which provided a memorable hangout for generations of students long before my time.

Asheville, North Carolina.

Knoxville, Tennessee. The bar at the Northshore Brasserie, where we had an excellent faculty happy hour last week. Taken with the Lumix LX-3 that I was talking about yesterday.

Knoxville, Tennessee. Tree in front of Sophronia Strong Hall on the U.T. campus. Taken with the Panasonic Lumix LX3, advertised as the pocket camera for digital SLR owners. It’s a very nice camera with a very nice lens.

Asheville, North Carolina.

Knoxville, Tennessee. At the Student Center (that’s the law school building in the background), where there was no visible mob voting. There was a TV truck, too, but things looked pretty sedate.

Ashevile, North Carolina. The Grove Arcade.

Asheville, North Carolina. The Insta-Wife, in a photo taken by the Insta-Daughter.

Asheville, North Carolina. Electric cars are very popular here. Detail below.

Knoxville, Tennessee. The Medical Arts Building, downtown.

Maryville, Tennessee. Lemon Grass restaurant.

Knoxville, Tennessee. Spanish-American War Memorial, at the Old County Courthouse.

Knoxville, Tennessee. Detail from the statue of Justice at the federal courthouse.

Knoxville, Tennessee. Some people wondered if I was making up the Reasonable Ron’s motto. As you can see, I was not.

Knoxville, Tennessee. The solution to the credit crisis, courtesy of Reasonable Ron’s Used Tires. (Motto: “The Best Place in Town to Take a Leak.”) Well, it’s better than putting giant subhuman apes in charge, anyway . . . .

THE CREDIT CRISIS EXPLAINED: We’ve put giant subhuman apes in charge.

Knoxville, Tennessee. The Farmer’s Market.

Knoxville, Tennessee. At the Farmer’s Market.

Knoxville, Tennessee. She says she’s Tennessee’s only licensed raw-milk cheesemaker. I bought some sheep’s-milk Cumberland. It was excellent. Blessed are the cheesemakers! Er, and all dairy workers, of course. . . .

Knoxville, Tennessee. Across the street from the Rescue Mission.

Knoxville, Tennessee. At the Farmer’s Market.

Knoxville, Tennessee.

UPDATE: Reader Sean Malloy emails: “After watching your photo posts for the past couple of months, I now have to get one of these lenses. Damn you!” It’s the Nikon fisheye.

That’s Commerce Clause god Brannon Denning on the left. For fun, I dummied this picture up on Photoshop like a double-page profile spread in Vanity Fair, with the caption “Brannon Denning Wants You To Care About the Commerce Clause. And He’s right.” Followed by a discussion of beer and the Commerce Clause, a surprisingly important subject, actually. Yes, I am a geek. But you knew that.

Knoxville, Tennessee. Heirloom veggies — lumpy but yummy. At the Farmer’s Market.

Knoxville, Tennessee. I was afraid to walk past it for fear that I’d trip . . . .

Asheville, North Carolina. Best alternative caption for yesterday’s photo: “We can’t drill our way out of this problem!”

Knoxville, Tennessee. The view from the dentist’s chair. Not my most artistic work, but it captures the feeling of the moment . . . .

Knoxville, Tennessee. Central Ave.

Knoxville, Tennessee. Behind the Dougherty Engineering Building at UT.

Knoxville, Tennessee. WNOX studios, with George Korda. That’s Michael Silence on the right, and, barely visible in the background, Jack Lail.

Knoxville, Tennessee. By request from reader Patrick Clemens, who’s worried about an influx of settlers and writes: “I was wondering when you were going to post a picture of that Godawful ‘Nation’s Best Motel’ sign on I-40 looking over to Kingston Pike, man talk about ugly. You need to post it so people will think twice about moving there.” Done. This should fix that problem!

Dixie Lee Junction, Tennessee. By request, another photo from Ott’s Barbecue. Not only is the barbecue good, but the staff is very friendly and efficient. And note the big-screen TV’s. It’s not your father’s barbecue joint.

Dixie Lee Junction, Tennessee. Ott’s Barbecue, and my version of Althousian cafe-photoblogging. The papers on the left are page proofs for the new John Birmingham novel, which rocks.

Knoxville, Tennessee. Shadow of a bike rack on The Hill, near Ayres Hall.

Knoxville, Tennessee. Near the World’s Fair site. The glass-ball lamps with “Police” written on them make it seem like Commissioner Gordon should be working inside.

Knoxville, Tennessee.

Alcoa, Tennessee. It’s not much of a palace, really — it’s a Chinese buffet in a former Western Sizzlin’. Of course, all you can eat in a comfortable dry place makes it pretty palatial by the standards of, well, all previous human history . . . .

Knoxville, Tennessee. They do good work.

Knoxville, Tennessee. The Tomato Head, downtown.

Knoxville, Tennessee. They told me that if George W. Bush were re-elected, the palace of Liberty would be shuttered. And they were right!

Knoxville, Tennessee. Yes, it’s a flag theme this weekend.

Farragut, Tennessee.

THIS is a very nice photo. So’s this.

Farragut, Tennessee. Happy Independence Day! I’m on the road today, but will be checking in from time to time thanks to EVDO. And I’ve got a few scheduled posts, too.

Knoxville, Tennessee.

Alcoa, Tennessee. The nursing home where my grandmother spent some time.

Concord, Tennessee. MPG = Miles Per Godliness?

Knoxville, Tennessee. On the UT campus.

Knoxville, Tennessee. On the UT campus.

UPDATE: Reader John McGinnis emails:

A striking picture, well done.

But the young lady in the picture disturbs me. She reminds me of my daughter with the cell phone stuck in her ear. An opportunity to ’smell the roses’ is foregone. Conversations can sometimes wait, fact generally. But a contemplative moment? They are few and worth observing.

Yes, that was just my thought — oblivious to the world, despite it being a beautiful day. As I noted when I originally posted this picture, you see that a lot — though in the intervening years I think you see it less, probably because people are texting more and talking less.

Knoxville, Tennessee. The University’s Engineering and Science research building. I post this in response to reader Herschel Smith, who suggested that the beautiful Law School rotunda indicated that the University undervalued engineers relative to lawyers. His specific beef was with the (different) building housing the Nuclear Engineering department — which I’ll admit isn’t much of a building — but I’ll note that they have access to some pretty fancy facilities out at Oak Ridge National Laboratory, where the University is the prime contractor.

Knoxville, Tennessee. A detail from the East side of Neyland Stadium.

Knoxville, Tennessee.

Lenoir City, Tennessee. On Fort Loudon lake.

UPDATE: Various people want to know who this is. (My favorite guess: Linus Torvalds). It’s actually my brother, Brad. (The rock-god brother, not the history-prof brother). And reader Neal Sorens comments: “That pink shirt is far more controversial than the ‘naked woman’ in the Cheney pic.” Such shirts are fully approved for boating. Easier in case of search-and-rescue!

Farragut, Tennessee. For context click “read more.”

Knoxville, Tennessee. The Law School rotunda, looking up.

UPDATE: Donald Linton emails: “When I first saw your rotunda picture I expected the stewardess from 2001 to be walking the perimeter.” She has Sundays off. Meanwhile, John McGinnis writes:

Glenn, most imposing shot. A touch of cropping and the piece could be titled as modern art. Please post your camera and lens if you have the time.

Thanks! It was taken with the D300 and the Nikkor 10.5mm fisheye. I actually did consider cropping it down to the center elements, but my Knoxville photos are supposed to be about Knoxville, not just abstract compositions. Maybe that’s the wrong attitude!

It takes a Rick Lee, though, to make a stump look good.

Knoxville, Tennessee.

Knoxville, Tennessee. Downtown Farmer’s Market.

Knoxville, Tennessee. The Sunspot Bar.

Knoxville, Tennessee. The University of Tennessee Law School.

GROOVIN’ ON GOVERNMENT! Asheville, North Carolina. Unsurprisingly, you see a lot of Obama stickers here. . . .

Rugby, Tennessee.

Knoxville, Tennessee. The Northshore Brasserie.

Cherokee Boulevard, Knoxville, Tennessee.

Knoxville, Tennessee.

Knoxville, Tennessee.

Knoxville, Tennessee.