I set out on an errand with no particular subject in mind for today’s photos, but camera safely stowed in the passenger seat. Then I spied this scene on the side of the road.
I couldn’t decide between this shot, wild grasses and golden rod framing it out . . .
Or this one with the focus on the reds and reflections.
I first noticed these art deco mailboxes in a little country post office several months ago. I, like so many other times before, wished I had my camera with me. I vowed to return and take pictures if I could do so without looking like a nut job. Don’t know if I succeeded in the latter (I jumped when I realized the clerk watching me from the window), but I got the pics.
Functional art deco
They don’t make ’em like they used to . . .
The day of the insect.
I didn’t know it would be. I hadn’t planned on it.
But as the sun peeked over the trees this morning, it illuminated a huge spider web stretched between two branches. Upon closer inspection, I saw that they were everywhere. And big. And beautiful.
I know this is the time of year when I tend to find spiders smooshed into the smallest spaces and corners of our warmer-than-the-chill-outside-air house, but it seems like they are proliferating like crazy. Or just enjoying a last hurrah at the end of the season.
Then there were slugs and fuzzy caterpillars lining the driveway.
So insects and arachnids abound. They are my muse today.
I love the way this one seems to be floating through the air.
My children’s literature experience with slugs is the ones fireflies suck the life out of and My Buddy Slug – revolting and endearing. Don’t know about this guy, but I do love his little antennae poking up!
fuzzy wuzzy was a hairy old man who wreaked havoc on plant life . . .
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
Chopping Potatoes 