The end of summer is always feel like the end of an era, the end of something profound and resonant. Something that beckons a sort of farewell. You can feel the melancholy of summer, unlike any other season. You never feel gloomy at the end of fall, and the end of winter tends to bring new hope with the blossom of spring. But the end of summer is sad, it's delicate.

Everyone wants to capture the beauty of the end--they want to take a snapshot of that very moment when they realized the next couple of weeks would bring change.

The end of summer was spent in Portland, Oregon. I visited my sister and we explored endlessly. I wanted to capture those moments--my end of summer moments.