One last summer pic before the switch over to fall, which currently is my favorite season. (Although if you ask me next April, yes, spring will be my favorite season…in June, I most likely in will say summer…and of course there is one season being left out which will remain nameless, although I love it in December as long as it brings us pretty, fluffy snow for Christmas.)
The end of summer is always bittersweet, but this year more than usual. I had all kinds of things I was hoping to do this summer, from lunch with friends to trips to the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum to take photos, and did nothing, almost, thanks to my ever-present chronic migraines. I even missed the annual …
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I think we can all use a moment of zen…so here you go, friends, from the South Shore of Lake Superior:
(Edit) N.B. Credit for this lovely video goes to my wildly talented photojournalist husband, George Marincel. Easy to see why he’s won eight or nine Emmy’s, isn’t it?
It’s easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer…Every dawn seemed to promise fresh miracles, among other joys that are in short supply these days.
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me, those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. –Henry James Happy First Day of Summer!
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