It has been a long hot summer in southern California.  Maybe I am getting older but the humidity dripping off my face is something I do not remember in any past summer.  I cut the dogs’ walk to just going to the corner and back.  Freddy seemed to understand when we arrived at the far corner and would cross the street for a return down the block.  Princess, a ten pound malti-poo, wants to take the regular two block walk no matter how hot it is.          

 To my surprise my daughter turned on the heater this morning.  I understood Fall is here.  Now at least the petunias and marigolds won’t wilt if they are watered every two or three days.

 The never ending political soap opera has become boring as the reporters and commentators repeat the same information over and over.

 It’s time for me to focus more time on my photography.

 

Praying Mantis on the window