It is beautiful out. There are things even an existential crisis cannot deny.
Finally in November the trees conjured that alchemy that transforms green leaves to gold. I have blown through four rolls of film with all my oohing and aahing.
I notice, though, that the trees are disrobing pretty quickly; they are already half undressed. The winds now bring a shock of cold and a waft of chimney smoke. Still lovely, but very nearly winter. So it's time to start posting the fall-inspired still lifes I've been snapping before they become a mere echo of the season's greatest hits.
[I am inordinately excited about the coming week in pictures.]
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Also -- oh, alright -- I am excited about more than leaves today. I've just discovered an LA Times article/photoshoot about a family of three living in 380 square feet. I've been having doubts lately about the 340 square feet the mister and I share -- wondering if maybe I'd encouraged us to go too small. And this is some excellently timed succor for my woes.
If my life were a musical, I think now is about the time I would burst into song.
a friend of mine told me to read that same article because I live in a small house with child and partner....Our place is bigger, but not by much.
ReplyDeleteI like your new blog and the writing you've been doing to accompany your beautiful photographs.
sometimes it feels a little crazy here, trying to cram a life for two into essentially a shoe box. i am always reassured to hear that we are not the only ones. that people are out there doing ballsy, creative, small things. i am especially inspired when people can do this with kids in the mix.
ReplyDeleteand thank you, for the kind words. which are also lovely to hear.