Well, here it comes. Rain outside my window. Tomato and grape farmers, picking for hours before the sun even rose, are scrambling to pull the harvest off the vines before the rains can rob the fruit of all the hope they put on their crops. And with the harvest and the rain, autumn sets in motion.
I love this time of year. The way the sun can illuminate otherwise dull city streetscapes like Edward Hopper paintings. The smell of wet earth, chimney smoke and roasts in the oven. It’s the season where we naturally turn inward and, clearly, I am at home in that more solitary clime.
It was a rather muted summer, but as I look forward to fall, here’s a look back at the last couple months from a new, but old camera that was far too complex for me:
From the sleepy city…
…To the mountains.
