I saw it yesterday. The light. It was different. The way the sun shines on the garden. The angle of the shadows. The color of light. It's heavier. More golden. Shadows deeper. A photographer's eye sees it. Your eye can see it. The seasons are changing. It's coming to late summer in Portland. Dang it. I know I recently protested it. But I obviously was in denial. I'll still hold out for some great heat and sunshine, but I can't control the light. It's my signal.