i heart ny.

turt mcgirt.

why is it that these guys seem wise?

like they're on to something.

make like a tree and leave.

it's happening...all around.

Bridgeport, Conn.

View from the train station: I've never seen it as a place so peaceful, so painfully beautiful.

taters.

i thought i'd make some comment about how i can't believe it's october and fall and how before i know it, it will be time for christmasy things.


but, i'd rather just appreciate the natural splendor of this spray of light on an overturned bushel of potaters.

yesterday's watermelon.

this melon has probably already been eaten...or ignored and left to rot.

watermelon is such a summery fruit...and i'll miss it. even though it's pink.

i have a hard time saying goodbye to summer, especially such a delightful one. i can only hope for an equally kickass (if not more so) fall...filled with delicious seasonal, autumnal fruits and veg of its own.

morning light.

the morning light is changing. when it starts, when it ends, how much of it there is. i am not looking forward to the earlier afternoon darkness. but, if i can enjoy some crisp, fall moments, i suppose i'll muddle through.


if not, maybe i'll hotwire this hot little orange mobile...