It rained for a long time this season but my melancholy did not wash away.

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.