Early mornings in the late summer.  The light beckons; an urgency demanding we get those kids off to school, the coffee poured, and off to work.  Lazy days of summer are no more.

I blame the bodega down the street.  I blame cerveza bottled in such a large amount.  I blame my lack of technical skill.  I blame everything but myself for all these late 365 postings.

Typically when I post an image of nature (particularly anything residing within the green hued family) there is a degree of beratement from Sarah.  I pay no attention and just remember the opening stanza of “Trees” by Joyce Kilmer, “I think I shall never see, a poem as lovely as a tree.”

It’s a myth that you’re never more than six feet away from a spider.  However, here at Casa de Spottswood the myth holds true.

The car keeps moving.  My sedentary behavior hours proceeding our journey south bound me indoors keeping me from taking in the fresh air, steeling my nerves for the coming confrontation, and getting my shot of the day.  Three-Six-Five could wait: rest, reflection, and recovery are busy with me.  The car keeps moving.  I lean out hoping the gods of auto focus will bless me even as the car keeps moving.

So, this is what happens when you get behind on your postings.  This image is really the 117th not the 121st.  Right about this time of year the golden rod begins to bloom, the wild sunflowers in the meadow are giving the last calls of summer to anyone who cares to listen, and I start dreaming of autumn.

Couldn’t pass up something this dynamic for the shot of the day.  Thanks to Byron for the high flying act.

I spent the better part of the weekend helping with some filming, production stills, and participating in live action sequences for my fight instructor’s web site revamp and promotional materials (you’ll see more on the blog later from this production).  We shot in the beautiful Wisconsin country side surrounding the Devil’s Lake area.  Apart from the stills of the production I did manage to grab my three-six-five shot for the day.

We spent the better portion of our day 118 with Sarah’s father and step mother at the always amazing Shedd Aquarium on Chicago’s lakefront.  I love the jelly fish.  So simple an existence yet so beautiful and in some cases deadly.

Wash and wear.  Wear and wash.  Wash and wear.  The vicious cycle of laundering our clothes has me tangled and entwined in chores.