Just before the death of flowers,
There comes a festival season
When nature is all aglow.
Author Unknown
Last week Fall arrived officially. Not for us. It was 100 degrees. Today Fall arrived. It dropped down to the 70s. But it is the kind of day (even though it will get summer warm again here) that let's you know that sweaters can come out soon, you think of pumpkin pie (bought the ice cream flavor at the store tonight), you smell smoke wafting out from fireplaces and you know the change is really coming.
Getting ready to go on my photo trip this weekend, I realized I had some others photos I hadn't really worked with and found the contrast between summer beginning to end and fall beginning. So here they are. Also spent some time listening to an incredible woman who plays a Camac Baby Blue Electric Harp. I know what harp I want next. I'll be including some of her stuff from some work she did with the Grand Rapids Symphony a few years ago....
Deborah Henson-Conant with the Grand Rapids Symphony, "The Nightingale":
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