Steamy morning
Morning steam, Millpond
The "girls"—my wife and my granddaughter—were sound asleep on a wonderfully chilly and dry morning, and though the temperature was actually in the upper 50s, I refused to put on a long-sleeve shirt when I took advantage of the slumbering situation and went for a walk to the millpond. I was pretty certain of what I'd find: wild sunflowers and Foxtail grasses backlit by the low sun and framed by swirls of illuminated steam rising off the warm water. This, of course, is precisely the scene I've seen just about this time every year for as long as I can remember. This morning, I "captured" it again. Summer is on the wane. You might interpret the steam as the sighs of the soon-to-depart season.
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