Today's photos have nothing in common other than they were taken on a Sunday and the following Monday in mid August when summer seemed eternal. Days of endless cicadas humming and constant thoughts of cold crisp lemonade.

Mariana and Alex reading, the elegant shadows of my 5th Av. subway stairs, clicking at ghosts while waiting at Penn and a shot out my LIRR window to catch the Rockville Centre platform in late day sun.

Last weekend of summer, although the beaches can stay warm into much of September. It is now the height of fall migration as birds move south to survive winter. I'd like to get out to Fire Island and see falcons moving South - right now primarily kestrels and merlins.

Merlins are pugnacious little falcons. I have seen merlins catch more small birds than any other raptor. They seem incapable to fly slowly. Type A behavior.

Have a great weekend.