September has arrived.

When I listened to the tropical-sounding weather forecast before I left for my walk, I swear I thought it was August 1^st and not the first day of September. I think Mother Nature flipped her calendar page backward instead of forward.

When I left the house it was still misty from the overnight fog. The sky was hazy and the sun was trying its best to peek through the clouds, and, if ol’ Sol had been successful, it would have been even steamier and more uncomfortable.

As I passed Ford Park, out of the corner of my eye, I could see mist rising from the baseball field, and dancing along the grounds, and, I must admit it looked a little eerie. Likewise, when I walked down Emmons Boulevard toward the marina, the sky and water just blended in together.

I didn’t take along my camera today because it was so murky-looking, and why subject it to the humid air if there would be no pictures to take?

But, I was wrong.

About the photo ops, that is.

As I headed toward the River, I passed the white stockade fence where I took the peephole picture of the Creek last month. As I neared that fence, my eyes honed in on two very large dragonflies that had alighted side-by-side on the fence. Occasionally I’ve seen a dragonfly flitting around the garden, but, I’ve never seen one up close, let alone two of them. I stood there a few minutes just admiring that posed pair, their delicate gossamer wings twitching ever so slightly, all the while kicking myself for leaving the camera behind.

On the return trip down the Boulevard, I saw my first Halloween decorations adorning a homeowner’s windows and doors. The spooky-looking bunch were the usual cast of characters, complete with evil smirks or sinister-looking grins, but … it was the devils who made me do it … write about them in this post.

From the delightful dragonflies to the macabre Halloween meanies … it was all part of the sightseeing trip on this early September morn.