Ross's cross country practices are in Manito Park this year. I use his sport practices as an excuse to spend an hour sketching or photographing stuff, so it's been especially nice having my favorite flower gardens as subject matter. The staff has started to cut back the perennials, but there are still some beauties to be seen. The goldenrod is bursting, like fireworks in the sky.
The asters remind me of the smaller bursts on the fourth of July. I can almost hear the whistles, pops, and bangs.
To me, red leaves mean that autumn is here in full force. The days are noticeably shorter here in the northern part of the world. I find myself chasing the last of the daylight in the gardens, shooting madly, knowing I can't quite capture all those heart-stopping moments of beauty, but I chase them just the same.
Soon the staff will be cutting back the roses. We've had a warm September, so many of the bushes have renewed blooms -- one last show for the year.
I am still shooting a self-portrait every day. I'm sure passersby wonder what I'm doing in the flowerbeds, pointing the camera at myself. I get lots of lousy shots, but now and then, one pleases me. It makes me happy to see myself among the flowers.