Summer is moving steadily and surely towards autumn. We are right on the edge of it. The deep lush green of an unusually long, hot growing season is giving way to the blazing colors of countless sunsets.
First it comes in fitful bursts: swathes of yellow, lashings of red, streaks of pink. Growing bolder and bolder. Then a deluge of orange, rust and sepia.
We are poised right before that deluge. A short second before the tipping point.
The edge of summer.
The quiet moment before irreversible change.
Text and pictures by M.P. Baecker