Earlier sunsets mean dramatic shadows on the way home from work.
HDR Photography
Summer may officially run from solstice to equinox, but I think we’re all in agreement that summer practically runs from Memorial Day to Labor Day in the United States. June, July, and August are the summer months.
I found nightfall had occurred while I was still at dinner with friends last night and I knew the truth that the End of Summer is here. For this professor, that means back to school. Time to finish that syllabus, I guess.
Docked boats, harborside establishments, and tall cliffs look like the ideal Mediterranean setting for a cartoon bear’s (or perhaps pig’s, but we know that’s the Adriatic) fictional home base.
One of my earliest memories is climbing the rope into the hayloft of my grandfather’s sheep barn. As his advancing age prevented him from making the journey out to the barn, it slowly fell into disrepair, but I’m glad I was able to take a final trip to capture what Granddad always referred to as “the homestead”.
This little town on the shores of the Salton Sea is only a few blocks in each direction, a sort of echo of what might have been in a different ecological timeline. My favorite detail of the image, though, are the other lights away on the far shore of the Sea, just beneath the mountains, suggesting another world still out there.