The equinox dawns dull and gray, no great splashy dawn to mark the season change, no chance to note the path of the rising sun to my soul, to position a stone for it to balance on each year. Yet within an hour the clouds first hint at the light pushing down above them, then slowly [...]
Continue reading...21. September 2009
This is always a bittersweet day—the last day of summer—as we turn toward the darker months, especially here on the 48th parallel. Autumn is my favorite season and I’ll celebrate that tomorrow, but today the sun is still warm and glorious and dahlias are at their peak. I took these photos in a nearby garden, and [...]
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Words to inspire: “In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.” ~John Fowles
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In my ongoing mission to name each of the new moons this year, this September lunation I will call Crow Molt Moon. Throughout August and September each year my jolly band of crows gift me with their feathers. I have hundreds of them now and I’m waiting for inspiration to use some of them in some special artwork. But for now, many of them reside in a basket that hangs on the wall of my living room, surrounded by other crow art.
Continue reading...16. September 2009
The last roses of summer hang loosely on the bush. Just moments from releasing their petals to flutter to the ground, the roses will curl, yellow, dry and dissolve into mulch for next season’s blooms. As I bury my nose in the soft center of a scarlet cabbage rose, I cup my hands beneath it to catch the fragrant pieces as they fall away from their center. I fill my pockets with them and when I get home I will spread them out to dry...
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22. September 2009
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