Mornings in August

Mornings are changing in Northern California. 

The small, subtle morning views have a slightly darker start now; the shadows a bit longer, and the decay of leaves beginning.

August is a contemplative month, for me. A transitional month.

One that forces me to recognize that death - or the dying of what was once an alive - is a part of the whole process of continued life. And not to fear it.

Have a great weekend.