"In September, lie all the things you've lost..." So began a poem by Rachel Sams, a girl from my creative writing class senior year. She was much more talented than I, as you can see.
That first line is all the more true for me because September is a birthday month and a time to reflect. I wonder if I would be a little different had I been born in summer or spring. I often feel caught in fading light or preoccupied with each hint of winter.
Faulkner concerned himself with Light in August, but I find the light in September much more compelling, though impossible to capture.
along one of the Beach Boulevards, MS Gulf Coast
Can you spot the rainbow? Not long after snapping this, I felt curious pains to my right foot. I was standing in an ant bed. Yes, I's a smurt one!
By the time I noticed them, they were swarming over my right leg, and some would surely have gotten on my hand as I wiped them off. I looked around and spotted help in the form of a fountain, erected in memory of a woman I remembered from childhood. A sweet woman like her wouldn't mind if I....
....stepped into the fountain quickly. (And thankfully, her adult children, who raised money to build the fountain, were nowhere to be seen.)
Besides standing in ant beds, I have been writing community news (fluff) for a local paper. I am just freelancing, but at least there will be some money coming in.
I recently interviewed the owner of a bakery/floral/gift shop. As I sat at a back table waiting for her to finish business in the front, I noticed some novelty wedding toppers. I couldn't resist snapping a few pictures of one.
About this time I also covered a fundraiser for which local artists donated masks. Here are a few pictures.
For this last one, the artist was apparently inspired by the innerworkings of Dick Cheney. Except s/he used some beautiful colors...
So, here is my September so far. My father would have been 72 on the 11th. My mother will be that age later this month. Then I will be 2 and 30, caught between a fading summer and a winter yet to come.
Who knows where the time goes?
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I sooooooooooo adore Nina.
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Happy Birthday on the 25th! Blessings to you, you deserve it.
I freaking love inner workings of Dick Cheney mask!
Your post is lovely and gorgeous, and all the more so because of what you say. It's a difficult combination to make words and images work with finesse and art the way to do, but you've done it again. very well done, and thanks for bringing us along
May the rest of September will be good for you..
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I am most enchanted by the light in September as well as February when the sun doth dare to shine in that gray beast of a month. I will share my February pics soon. You've inspired me!
There are 3 birthdays in Sept. in my family too, but I'm not one of them. I'd love to be 2 and 30 again.
It´s been a pleasure to read this post. Good night!
Kisses, Marcela
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"I often feel caught in fading light or preoccupied with each hint of winter."
I was born in spring myself, but September light is definitely compelling. And it's more than just the light; there's something else this time of year, I can never pin it down, but it's just....something.
I spent twenty minutes trying to describe what it is about September, but "something" is all I could come up with. I TOLD you I couldn't pin it down.
(just click on the little play button at the top of the screen next to the song title - it's free to listen one time)
"Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow...."
Happy almost birthday, girl.
For what it's worth, Rich may have a fire-ant early warning system, but I never developed one. If they are way underground especially, I don't know they are there until the searing pain of the first bite alerts me. And I was born and raised in Mississippi.
I love Beach Boulevard, even though I am old enough to have seen some of it (Camille) and all of it (Katrina) wiped clean by hurricanes. Speaking of old, I also want to note that while you say "2 and 30" will leave you twixt fading summer and "winter yet to come," I would argue that you are still solidly in the summer of life. Having woken up one day and discovered it is autumn in my life, I realize how very wrong I was when, in my 30s, I thought I was nearing middle age. You are gloriously young. Revel in it!!!