The heat comes and goes. Some nights dip into the low 50s even though the sun comes racing back to scorch the day. September extends a finger beckoning, whispers its imminent arrival. Cicadas sing and die. The acorns have given up already, bombarding the house. Tomorrow, the school year starts, a week of meetings. But last gasps of sunshine gleam from mirrored buildings. And I wander in reflections.
Summer photographs of a building I shot in winter. Both HDR