It's a good time to be thinking about photos, as the light is changing, and becoming interesting again.
In the morning, it slants through the French doors,
then, a bit later, when she's sitting on the windowsill thinking it's time we went out for a walk, now that it's cooler, it lengthens, and moves across the room.
And when I open the downstairs bathroom window after showering off the Cuprinol, this character greets me from the wall of the next door house. It's an oddly outsized stone embedded there, but when the light is just at the right angle, it seems a little like an Easter Island head.