A seemingly endless summer has succumbed to a most exquisite fall, which I hope sticks around for the long haul. I've captured a few recent moments from Manito, and while I try to enjoy all of it--the crisp, oak smell in the air, the way the light plays off of people's hair as they walk past, or the dogs that amble about--I simply can't take my eyes off the trees. They glow and I love them.
It's been a busy season so far with fall social gatherings, writing projects, and a new story publication that I'm thrilled to share here.
We also had a lovely evening out last week in Kellog, Idaho--a drive I haven't done for years--to watch my dad and one of his longtime pals perform some of their newest songs (and some oldies) at a place called the
Snake Pit--a local Idaho treasure I was not aware of until very recently.
While the Snake Pit suggests biker, black leather and metal bands, it's actually a big, quirky bar housed inside a cabin. It's also a place of respite for hunters, hikers, and locals in the area, and on this particular Friday night, the place was completely packed. It was a perfect venue for a couple of gray-haired dads trying out their tunes with a live audience.
And finally, my newest story,
Pearls Before Swine is now up and ready for reading at
Word Riot, one of my favorite literary magazines. Revision does indeed pay off in the end.
A few more October images before I sign off:
More to come this week. Thanks for stopping by!
M
