Yesterday morning, exactly 18 minutes before the start of fall, the last flower photos of the summer were taken.
I spotted them growing on the side of a building and ran to snap them, causing me to be exactly 3 minutes late for my 9am haircut.
But when you see a fabulous background like that, in the golden pinkish morning light, in the last minutes of summer, AND you have your camera. Your mission is clear.
By 9:38 am, when I was filling my car with gas. The pink was gone, but oh the blue and white was pretty spectacular.
I had the day off yesterday, so took it upon myself to record this transition from summer into fall. Just in case anyone wanted to know about it. I may request off next year and do the same thing. That's what a good day it was. I am going to carry it around in my pocket for awhile. So I can remind myself.