The pandemic dog days are upon us. August brings melancholy. It is my birthday at the end of the month. This is usually the month where travel and beach time beckons. Monsoon season brings needed rain, but also not needed hail. The light is beginning to change. The summer is close to its breaking point. I continue to plan new projects, as my Japan book makes its way out into the world. Branching out into new formats, thinking of new zine ideas, thinking about another long-term shooting project that will most likely need to wait until interstate travel is safe again. And, of course, the bosque beckons. Short and sweet this week. Welcome August, bring what you will.