Scenes from September 3

The first day of school dawned misty and mournful, just like the groan that came from my daughter’s bedroom as the alarm’s buzzer issued.  But the drive in was filtered by sunlight and these moments of clarity on the way home.




I loved the way the trees and various shades and textures of green filled the frame


Time flows on, just like water, but there is the moment just before the plunge; the pause, the reflection, the leaves poised on the brink. And then the plunge.

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