jubilee

“That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air ... Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year's mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.”

― Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose

I discover that I am drawn to capture feelings rather than perfection with my camera. I seek out beauty along with moments of deep love. I think about what might jog my memory in years to come - dinner on the deck as summer fades, along with the glow of the black eyed susan’s in the neighbors garden. I like the idea of wiping the slate clean in the fall before the harshness of winter sets in, but mostly I love the word jubilee and what it sparks inside of me.

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seeking

“And maybe it’s like that with every important aspect of your life. Whatever it is you are pursuing, whatever it is you are seeking, whatever it is you are creating, be careful not to quit too soon.”

― Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear

glow in the dark legos

I make it through the first month of daily photos, pausing often to regroup. It takes me awhile to remove restrictions from old 365 projects I have done by reminding myself often to do what feels right. I keep the end project in mind and allow the photos to speak for themselves, while I seek proof, nostalgia and maybe some grace along the way.

Baker

Brandon brought us crab! 

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day 17

“A late summer garden has a tranquility found no other time of the year.”

- William F. Longgood

anemone

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It was a beautiful evening, after a few days of rain. I was in my pajamas but the “project” pulled me outside with my camera and purpose. I was so glad I listened.

summer rain

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
- Sylvia Plath

The rain arrives mid-day and never gives up.

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nothing but vegetables

A vegetable garden in the beginning looks so promising and then after all little by little it grows nothing but vegetables, nothing, nothing but vegetables.
-Gertrude Stein

I tell him … this will be my last vegetable garden! He just looks at me and laughs.