Mere Being - 035 - September - evening photographs, writing, chickpeas

I've been sick, with the kind of respiratory illness that was both objectively mild and still feels like it punched a hole through the middle of the month, makes it difficult to talk about "what happened."Before that I was taking evening walks in the park again, and making photographs around the edge of summer.It doesn't yet feel like it's conclusively autumn yet. For every cool day there's a warm, wet one. The leaves are turning, but there are still flowers. I expect that feeling to turn soon, and quickly. Carpets of color are starting to form at the base of trees.Writing WorkI "finished" the first draft of Why I Moved to Minnesota (or Why I Moved to Minneapolis? it's gotten shifty) and shared it with paid subscribers. It's really more of a draft 0.5 than draft 1.0 — more pile of notes than proto-essay. I'm taking a break from thinking about it for a few months but I suspect that when I come back to it I'm going to have to approach from an entirely different direction — not just in…