Indian Summer, Barkeater Style

A rare warm fall day.
The sound of leaves falling through trees like a gentle rain.
Ladybugs abound, seeking a safe haven to congregate for winter.
And the air is filled with those small waxy flies that always seem to sense those last warm days of the year.

Fog

The fog lifts
and I feel … what?
Sunshine?
No.
Panic!

10/12/07 • 11:36 am

There is a sharpness to the damp breeze
as it rustles through the painted leaves.
Shades of brown,
they cover the ground,
just as the season decrees.