You can feel and see the changes. Subtle changes. It’s getting dark earlier. The sun isn’t up before me anymore. There is a chill in the morning air.
The crows that were raising the young of the year and making an ungodly racket when feeding have moved on now that their babies are mobile. Flecks of gold and red dot the cotoneaster hedge that lines our back yard. All of these things are signs of summer coming to an end.
Autumn is almost upon us. In rural Alberta canola crops are being harvested their yellow blossoms long gone. Fields of wheat have turned golden. For farmers autumn is here. For the rest of us it is only a few short weeks away.
I don’t have much to say so this will probably be the shortest post I have made since I started blogging a few years back.
I’m starting to develop a love/hate relationship with the internet and photography. All of the horn blowing and “look at me”, “if you like my pictures, click like my Facebook page”, is turning me off from posting. I intend to keep a lower profile. Photography has become an introspective thing for me. I don’t seek to become famous or rich because of it. In fact I shun publicity and the attention that comes with it. What does that say about me? Maybe I’m weird or strange? Maybe, but I’ve never been happier or more at peace with who I am.