There are so many fabulous textures along the beach. An early morning walk before the fog burned off down the Penobscott River revealed ducks waking in the water just beyond the fog line, the constant and soothing sounds of the fog horn accross the river at Searsport and fields lining the beach covered in early morning dew and spider webs showing hard overnight labor in beautiful star-like presentation.
I will miss summer and all the memories but fall will bring refreshing new ones. As soon as the cooler weather rolls in and the mornings turn cool instead of oppressive, memories of school clothes shopping, saddle shoes and autumn-toned plaid dresses come racing back. I head out with my camera to capture the foliage in all it's beauty. Fall brings renewal for me. It's a new starting point filled with color and texture that I feel connected to. If it could only stay that way all year long.
Have a great Labor Day weekend!