The 21st of this month marks a year in our new home.

A year ago, I packed my books into boxes, I read books on the subject,  I wrote volumes about the subject.

A year later and the air feels familiar.  The cool of a season I recognize in this place has arrived.

Which seems to me like the perfect time to reflect.

So I’ve decided to do a photographic series on my surroundings, seeing them everyday and for the first time, for this month of September, this month of settlement, that becomes less and less transitory the more it comes around.

Scenes from September 1