Fall is my favorite season.  It’s hard to have seasons in Los Angeles but I work at it. 
In September I turn up the air conditioning in the car. I wear dark colored jersey skirts
with sheer black nylons and retire the white linen skirt.  I stop drinking iced tea
even when the temperature gets over 100°.  I troll the notebook aisle at Staples
and buy a binder to fill with college ruled paper and colored dividers so I can organize
subjects like photography, travel and technology. 

I no longer fill my calendar with my daughters’ tests dates and school holidays. 
I barely notice the marquis sign at the high school that alerts parents to back-to-school night. 
It only catches my attention when I get caught behind the lines of cars waiting to get into the
school lot.  My calendar now holds political lectures at art museums
like the Hammer and Zocalo Public Square lectures at Grand Park, the Petersen Automobile
Museum and the Getty. My personal syllabus includes historical spy fiction,
American electoral politics, French grammar and travel memoirs.

When the leaves turn color– and some of them actually do in LA – I start over. 
Summer is a down time for me.  The heat puts me into low gear and I wonder if too much sun can make you just as depressed as not enough.  Even though we’ll still have short-sleeve shirt weather till
November, I count the days till the end of daylight savings time, and the return of energy. 

La Rentrée the French call it.  What better time to start a blog and launch a website.  While this blog will be a showcase for my photography, I’ve always had a surfeit of hobbies.  So the photos will be a
means to comment on history, art, media, politics, books and travel.  Your basic well rounded liberal arts major and damn well proud of it.  Also a firm believer in evolution, I’m going to jump in and see what happens.  Or like E. L Doctorow said, “Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.”