My big baby is hanging in there, toughing it out with a continued sweet disposition. Her 12th birthday is on Halloween, and I think she may make it. How I love her.
Summer yields to autumn, and in so doing offers a wondrous departure.
I think to be on a boat in stormy weather and rough seas would be terrifying.
A very intense rose makes a late splash in an image taken just yesterday.
I will miss this wonderful summer, even as I embrace my long time lover, autumn.
Things made by men, fade like men, slowly, irreversibly, and sometimes beautifully.
An image from early summer to help keep me warm during the approaching winter.