The air may be cooler and more fall-like, but it's still lush late summer in the park: thick greens, ripe berries, butterflies and dragon flies swooping over the lawns. And this flycatcher, sitting on a fence.
I hadn't been there in weeks. Meant to go, thought I'd go, planned to go, just never actually went. I've been feeling a little beaten up by the world lately, and it's just too easy to turn off the alarm and go back to sleep and pretend that I never have to get up and deal with all the crap.
But it's fall migration now, so this morning I made myself grab the camera and go, and I'm so glad I did. Although I continued to have my usual luck with spotting warblers (bad), just being in that idyllic little patch of green, away from the traffic, away from the noise, away, just away, is so healing. I let my griefs go, even if just for a little while.
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