Time has been running away from me again. I’m rather in denial that it’s already November, that Thanksgiving is a week away. In my mind, Summer has barely ended. Theo just had his birthday, and we just got back from Spain a few days ago. The calendar tells a different story, though, and the trees with their bare branches conspire.
The days and months rush by in a blur.
I took this series of photos last month (was it really already a month ago?) while heading home from some family excursion. (I wasn’t driving, mind you. I let Phoebe take the wheel so I could take pictures.)