The pond at Smith is just off the path to my morning bus-stop. I stop by whenever I have a little extra waiting time. Last week, a friend from college visited and we walked there so I could show him the prettiest place in my neighborhood. When we came down the hill, all we saw was mud. The water had been drained and the trees had lost their leaves.
I don't know when it happened really. But, I guess the season is like that.
Receding daily, and in one strong gust ... it's gone.
(photos) on film with Leica CL | Paradise Pond at Smith (p.s.) fading summer