By 8:30 AM, Friday morning, I was hiking through Grant nature center. For most of that hike I was accompanied by two deer that dove in and out of the woods and across my trail.
Farmers were combining beans in fields of dust that veiled the burning sunset.
I strolled through the quaint, charming village of Yellow Springs, taking numerous photographs. Many people were dining alfresco, enjoying the last trails of summer. I loved the wide assortment of individuals represented, enjoying this beautiful evening in the village.
This entire evening felt as though I was wrapped in an oil painting of many lush colors, and tender, extreme beauty.