School starts next week, and we snuck in a last weekend trip to the lake. It had rained most of the night before, and the morning was overcast when we set out. But the sun came out just after we got to the park. The weather must have scared away most folks, so we had the whole place to ourselves.
I haven't used my camera much this summer, and I enjoyed the process of getting my "camera" eyes readjusted. At first I saw the stones on the beach as an amorphous gray pile. Then my eyes snagged on the man-made debris: a spent gun shell, a bandaid, a bottle cap. The colors and patterns of the natural world finally emerged. Ladybugs flitted between stones (which I didn't manage to get a good photo of). Shells and seaweed formed abstract tableaux.
Shells nestled among the stones and a piece of weathered red brick.
A strand of seaweed framed a stone glossy from a receding wave.
A delicate branch rested on a stone frame.
Seaweed arched across a stone.
Not far away, a caterpillar formed a fuzzy arch across the wood chips on the playground.
It was a quiet goodbye to summer.