morning walk, almost autumn
It is September which means the collective longing for autumn has begun. But here in my portion of the Upper Midwest the air is still hot and thick, summer fighting its last battle. I stopped this morning at a park I've driven by for years and I walked with my dog for about a half an hour. I brought my camera, which has sat idle for most of the summer and I took in the last vestiges of summer giving way to the first flutters of fall.