My sister’s coming to visit in a week or so; I hope she’ll be here in time for the last splash of color before it all goes sodden and gray. I try to bring a camera on my daily walks with the dogs; even if I don’t take any photos, I notice so many more things when I have a camera.
When we were girls in elementary school, my friends and I would pick fuchsia flowers like these and pretend they were ballerinas.
Besides the huge splashes of scarlet and gold the trees make, I love the little things–tiny berries and twigs like little candlesticks.
This cool kitty watched me take photos; she seemed to know what I was doing. Maybe she belongs to a photographer?