While Gary is out on his fishing trip I wanted to repost an old memory as summer begins to turn into fall… (Mary Moore Hughes)

This week’s post will have to be short. I prepare to leave for Deer Tick Manor on Thursday night. On Friday I will help direct the setup for Saturday’s long overdue celebration of Lee’s life.

I recently have spent more time attending to professional matters than at any time this Summer. And before I depart, I still have one more important professional obligation to keep. So, the week figures to be one of my most hectic weeks since this past Spring when we were trying a case to a jury. It figures.

I have started gathering some indispensable things for the trip. I also maintain an up-to-the-moment to-do list.

I can tell you that I’m not bringing many photographs –there will be plenty on hand—but the small one depicted here is one of my personal favorites.

I know the exact spot, and when it was taken. I remember the surrounding circumstances leading up to the captured moment. This photo is completely familiar, but today it stings deep down, the way a raw Autumn wind stings exposed flesh.

I am certain this is not the only emotional jolt I will experience in the coming days.