Well, shucks. I appear to have missed the deadline on some sort of a summer recap. Photos of swimsuits hanging to dry, kayaks, and road trips. Here we are, with fall in full swing. Everybody I've bumped into over the past few days has seemed moments away from crying. (Us included.) Ferris because his painting isn't perfect, me because this is the last fall without Ferris in school, Athena because she ran out of yogurt, Nick because he has to put up with us. There is something about this time; it's abuzz with both extreme beauty and gloominess. It's a moment of being pushed out of my comfort zone and enjoying the goodness within the uncertainty. Once again, photography takes after my life.