Autumn is my season. Brisk bites and warm insouciance breezes linger on my skin. The palette of brilliant color to contrast the shortening of daylight delights my soul. 

Socrates Park is my favorite haunt – my muse! With notebook and camera in hand, I scamper off for another adventure of the senses! The succulent breezes, rustling leaves, bursting color against the sky, salty fetid scents and crunchy leaves beneath my feet, fills me with delight and wandering musings.