This is the time of year, end of summer, almost fall, when sadness creeps in and threatens to throw me off balance. I want to cling to summer, make it stay for just a little longer. I look up at the clear blue sky, the gently swaying, beautiful green leaves on every tree and try to memorize each detail. I know it won't be long before this color turns to multi-colors--shades of orange, yellow and red. I won't mind autumn's varied palette, but after that, they'll all die off, crinkle away and curl up stiff and broken on the ground. The trees will be as bare as I once described them in a poem: "the trees shed their leaves like skin and leave behind a ghostly grin."
I'm not ready to face the nakedness of winter. And so I cling to the lovely and varied costumes of summer and fall.
I will try my best to appreciate each fading summer day before it slips away. I will photograph the treasures of nature with my eyes.
I feel it in the air. Change is coming.