Thursday, October 18, 2007

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.

Monday, October 15, 2007


The fog lifts
and I feel … what?

Friday, October 12, 2007

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.