There is a magical time at the end of summer in oregon and the beginning of fall. Every year since I've lived here I make the trek to Sauvie Island to pick zinnias, buy early apples, drink beer, eat corn on the cob and photograph the amazing blue sky of oregon. This summer has been chaotic at best. I can't say I'm too sad to see the summer fade in to fall. I'm ready for the changes that come with a new season. Want to know what next week word is?