In a little less than 24 hours we will leave another summer behind. For some areas of the country they see little change from one season to another. In our area we see dramatic change. Some like the change; some do not. In Chicago we really don’t have a choice. You deal with it. We also look forward to those days in the middle of winter that provide the optimism that spring can’t be far away. It might be in November it might happen in February, it might not happen at all. But those are the times when “hope springs eternal.” For some reason, it usually happens when baseball spring training happens and then we freeze our you know what’s off huddling in the stands in Wrigley Field or “the Cell.” (Nice name huh?)
Now we’re heading into fall. Probably the most beautiful season as leaves burst out to expose their “real” colors. The air has a smell that only fall can bring-- it makes you want to be in the woods (hearing the crunching of dried leaves beneath your feet), or spend time in one of the many parks we have in our area, or experience one of the greatest lakes that is attached to our city. To miss the color of the season is to miss one of nature’s most explosive displays. I love this time of the year. It also produces great photos.
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