Rock, Poem, Photo II

Transition 2

Today feels like September, even here: hot and Indian-summery, the lowering bright crisp light, the faintly dusty smell that comes with falling leaves. From the three or four trees here that molt their leaves.

I managed a Rabbit Rabbit this morning; hopefully it will bring luck for the rest of the month, even the season. And change; somehow this feels like the right time for change. So off to the third installment of the blog: Rock, Poem, Photo III.

Welcome.

Same blog, chapter two. The first months of rocks, poems, and photos can be found at Rock Poem Photo (I).

I spent hours with the design, trying to figure out a fresh look, but this template is the only way I can get my photos to post big. And I like big photos. So it's back.