Nothing against fall (after all it does bring Fleet Week and Halloween and scarves and boots and changing leaves, but also shorter days and daylight savings time and a foreboding feeling of winter), but I just love summer. Well, not the summers that I grew up with in Arizona with 122 degree weather, but those I've enjoyed in California for the last 10 years. More specifically, summers in Encinitas with 70 degree water, 80 degree weather and evenings spent watching the sunset while doing this:
This is summer to me. Image from The California Surf Project.
In three months, I know I'll be referencing this post daily. Winter is always hard on me. As soon as time changes, I'm literally counting down the days until December 21st because at least after that each day gets longer.
I'm off to linger in these images for a bit. This talk of short days and no sun is bringing me down, man.