August beach trash somehow seems oddly different to me than a few weeks ago—lacking the playful carefreeness possessed earlier in the summer. The recent items left behind seem more like the oversight of COVID foggy, tired August parents & teenagers just so done with home, social distancing & rules.
For many of you this is what you’re seeing outside your own front door. However, for those of you around the world, I wanted to give you a glimpse of New England autumn. It’s magical—my favorite time of year. I was born October 12th, 1966 and autumn is when I feel most “at home” in my life. Here’s a glimpse. I wish the vintage Cadillac was mine, alas it is not. I hope you enjoy the images.
