Amid a patch of dried, black echinacea, are a few that bloomed
after their brethren had succumbed to the summer heat.
I took a slightly different path to the convenience store,
only about a quarter mile from home. The different route
got me this picture of a cat, wiling away the afternoon
watching the leaves dance in the afternoon breeze.
And then there were sodden roses, their bright pink color
set off against the dark green leaves and red stems.