Sleepy day at the end of Summer -

"Withering of the Gold"
digital collage by Mick Mather

Excerpt from The Inventor's Diary: "A Late Summer's Dream" -

"...we walk my grandmother's old wheat fields on a sundrenched, but windy day. As the shining, golden colors of the harvest begin to tarnish I turn to look at you. Every curve of your body, every ruffled drape of your sleeveless blouse tells me that my fortune is made from visions like these. I sigh, one of deep happiness born of contentment, and consider taking your hand - a mistake I'll never make again. A sad theme this, breaking into my reverie like a thief about to abscond with my worldly posessions, leaving me alone with this recurring dream and my memories of you..."