The local trees, a few of them at any rate, like the buckeyes, which get leaves first and drop them first, are starting to change color a little bit. They are turning a paler green, in preparation for the yellows to come next month. There is definitely not the uniform lushness of deep green that … Continue reading The August change
July sun on my neck — grinding of the coffee roaster ______ fourth of July — wasp explores the flag ______ July rain drying my hair in it ______ again the summer rain again ______ pulling back the left sleeve of my shirt — five minutes since last time
The web gallery plugin that I was using for WordPress has gone the way of… wherever these things go when you delete them. I’ll make do happily with Flickr for now. Here are my pictures from Chautauqua this summer. Enjoy.
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. — Henry James