And now, as the summer days begin to ebb and dwindle, I find myself looking back on these past few months with an extraordinary sense of fondness. Just as I had predicted, I have lost all sense of the season's dullness, boredom, and frustration, and remember only its splendor.
So without further ado, here is a sampling of that splendor:
Scott, Jeremiah, John, and I spent a rainy afternoon hiking the trails at Treman Park...
|It was quite majestic|
|The American frontier (don't you just want to colonize it?)|
|It's worth mentioning that all of these lovely photos are courtesy of my brother Scott (who took them with his fancy new camera since mine ran out of batteries...)|
Neither Jeremiah or John wanted to continue hiking, so after we grabbed a quick bite to eat at one of my favorite local delis, College Town Bagels, Scott and I took the kiddies home (well, at 17 and 14, they are hardly kids anymore), I replaced the batteries in my camera, and we continued on to the Buttermilk Park trails.
|The light was lovely that afternoon|
The next day, on our drive home from visiting our grandmother, Scott and I stopped at the Taughannock Falls overlook.
It was a beautiful evening.
There is nothing quite like the familiar landscapes of my childhood. Still, there's nothing quite like the feeling of coming home.
Hello, Los Angeles.
My, it has been a lovely lovely summer.