Sometimes we wish that summer could last one more day.

At Bherwerre Beach, the surf was gentle and the sky overcast, but it didn’t matter as it was a day to be enjoyed. The last day of summer could be mourned later.

Headland

Driving home today from work I was contemplating this sense of loss, when in the background the old standard with the refrain “there goes my only possession, there goes my everything” came on. It occurred to me that the passing of summer might be a little like this.

A gentle refrain

Summer seems to feel like everything, a reason for dreams and living, and in its passing the closing of a door, leaving in our possession only memories to fill the pages of days, until the earth completes its orbit bringing again dog days in the sun.

Goodbye summer

Photos taken with Chamonix 045F1 View Camera, Nikkor…