September. The last weeks of summer. That first time you step outside work and feel a chill on the breeze. The first time you walk in the woods and realize you're stepping on leaves. Tumblr becomes a full-throttle Autumnal kaleidoscope. Making a pot of tea in the morning feels right. You wake up realizing you've pulled an extra blanket over you sometime in the night. You accidentally kick a cat in the night because they're suddenly snuggled up beside you after paying you no mind all summer. Yes, September is good stuff.
I've spent some time wandering around Durham, taking side roads I drive by every day on my way to work. I checked out the Doe Farm trails for some nice, flat walking. Note to self: Wild turkeys, though slow and awkward, are hard to capture on film. I won't even bother posting those pics.
|What's up, Downeaster?|
|Little Eddie: He smiled and whispered: "MAMA I'm going."|
|Eventually, you make it out to water. |
And maybe you hear voices and think it's time to high-tail it back to the car.
|But then you stop because you've become a serious geek with the new camera.|
Back in June I bought a ticket for a whale watch through some Amazon deal, thinking my friend and I would have ALL summer to figure that out. Then we both had an "oh shit, it's September" moment but lucked out with a great day out of Gloucester.
|Ryan's, like, a real photographer. I'm the Robin to his Batman. Or something like that.|
|This one came to be named Victim because of the chunk |
taken off the right side there. It's been kickin it in the area since the '80s.
|This one was getting all lazy and then hit the world's smallest buoy and had a total conniption. Sudden drama and splashing everywhere.|
|Yes, that's some scary shit there. Go give yourself a time out.|
|How can one not love New England?|
This weekend, I went out for a quick walk at Stratham Hill Park. I was going to do a longer walk but realized minutes in that I'd forgotten bug spray. I'll be back.
|My fear of heights precludes me from getting to the top. My body just |
comes to a stop at a certain level the two times I've been here.
|The view is pretty awesome though. Even from halfway up.|
|A dial down below shows you what you're looking at. The small children who all ran past me up the steps squealed, "I can see the ocean from up here!" Showoffs.|
Then this morning I woke to rain. The first day of fall. And I stayed in jammies, started reading Persuasion, and eventually made some lentil soup. Later this week, Little brother and his beloved come up from Charlotte for the Deerfield Fair. We'll do the whole eat-until-sick-and-pet-animals thing. And you know there will be a blog post after that. Cheers!