Fleeting summer evenings, light that fades earlier and faster, and neighborhood walks - I’m not sure anything could be more bittersweet, but also exactly what I look forward to. Does the end of summer feel like some of the hottest days of the season? We had some incredible heatwaves that scorched and desiccated our county. Unlike many I know, I thrive in summer and the heat. These were some photos taken during multiple evening outings with delicious lighting.

I guess cliché photos exist because they’re pleasing and/or pleasant. What’s more stereotypical than powerlines cast amid a sunset backdrop? Nothing, so here you go. Taken with a Mamiya 7 on a mix of Portra 400 and Gold 200.

Haven’t had a chance to visit Mt. Tam all summer, so dolefully, we trudged out during the only time of year it was supposed to wind. The hills were fiercely windy and gloomy; the skies were angry and grey, pairing decently with the yellowed grass of the hills. It was pretty, it was cold. Cinestill 50D surprised me, and the Mamiya RB67 - the forlorn camera - was a pleasure to use.