On our hands & knees, we bid farewell to summer …

The color moves quickly, and most is gone now…

"Straighten her out", he yelled, so I yanked at the wheel, and watched in my mirror as the tailgate approached the deck, my dyslexic mind trying to flip things correctly, to avoid a crash…

I look longingly at the last danish in the case…

I pass the town garage, and coming around the last river bend before the road cuts sharply up into fields again, I see her…

I remembered the road well, because he'd grown up nearby, & had pointed out to me exactly each wooded ravine he & his brothers used to bushwhack & ski, almost killing themselves…

My little town …

He jockeyed his tractor bucket into position over the bed of my Chevy: an inch here, and inch there, with a precision undoubtedly born from having done it wrong enough times…

Despite a sunny forecast, we were rained out at 3 pm…

Some people have well-oiled machines …

Somehow, the late color is more poignant, causing an unexpected strike of longing, or melancholy…

It’s been a difficult week …

I worked my way around the edge of the driest bed, choosing sunlight, while other areas sat in thick dew, dripping, arrested still in damp conditions…

Rain, then fog, then partial clearing…

The blue jay was persistent, its sharp call stabbing through the drizzle, as I scrubbed the mud room, removing mildew from a long forgotten corner where ski boots thrown and left to die were now in my cross hairs…

The car in front of me & the tour bus in front of them were on our way up the gap, or so we thought…

The mower blade hit the rock, protesting as it did, causing me to jump, then twist…

The flowers are so prolific right now they don’t know what to do with themselves…

Visiting an old friend, someone you haven't seen for over ten years, can bring odd forms of illumination, solace and puzzlement…

The rain has spoiled a lot…