Flowers in a Squirrel Jar, 2015, Archival Digital Print

There is a tinge of cold in the air some nights now and just the smallest hint that the summer will soon be turning to fall. The light has changed in a few small increments and the nesting/fledge period seems to have ended. These beauties from my weedy garden have a throaty darkness I like.  Their color defies the camera.  Some things must remain elusive even in the technological world.  The squirrel on my jar looks out at the Gang-of-Four causing feeder mayhem and always in motion.  They are almost grown now.

I am sorting through things and throwing and donating as much as I can.  My move back north is scheduled for mid-August.  I have found a house up the Hudson that will accommodate my needs for the time being and will be back at Pratt in time for the Fall Semester.  It will be hard to leave this land and these critters I have come to love.