The heat has been extreme here this Summer.
It's created a strange mix of life in slow motion and fast forward. Fast and furious. You can probably put some emphasis on the furious part.
There have been days when I only went outside because it was a requirement to move about the world. Stiffling, really. A prisoner.
That old saying- Hurry up and wait- comes to mind. Do you think that applies?
I hate that feeling.
And my creative juices have become as scarce as the rain.
My camera was gathering dust. There is plenty of that around.
But Tuesday night brought a reprieve- a momentary glimpse of good old July. A breeze. A rain shower. Dusk lighting. And me and my camera. A deep sigh. It was like a jail break.
I walked around the little farm. I sat in the grass. I soaked up the color and noises and creatures instead of the humidity. And I was in a hurry to enjoy it. Again- a mix of fast and slow.
And now it's almost August. One more month of true Summer. There is still a lot of stuff to do. We better hop to it. Hurry before it's gone.
Note: The photos above are pokeberry. It's a plant that is as annoying as the heat but the colors are tremendous.