Crickets in the Morning

Up early on a Sunday as my morning to take lots of photos without the pressure of being late for work.  Granted with the current job that's not much of a concern but with my new job it might be.  We shall see.

Anyways, up at 7:30a, sitting out on the back deck waiting for the tea kettle to heat, listening to the little birds and the crickets.  One of the best things about late summer is the crickets in the morning (and at night too but definitely in the morning) and the smell of wet grass and the feel of fall on the cool morning air.  Its funny, but I can always start to feel fall coming in early August.

The light in the mornings changes this time of year.  It becomes more angular, less direct, at least up in the loft where I take pictures in the summer.  And the white lilies and the lisianthus and the dahlias.

Two weeks out from my first big show and I'm starting to feel the pressure.  Positive procrastination can only get one so far, and today's the day to order the prints.  We ended up getting a very nice art canopy from someone no longer in the business for a nice discount, the frames have arrived, and I'm expecting the business cards and matting any day now.  Seems surreal and yet not y'know.

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