Jules, of Pancakes and French Fries, hosts a monthly color story series. Each month, you see, she recaps the month before with a series of photos, each woven together with a theme of color. And while she takes a hiatus to live 31 days of William Morris, I’m keeping the dream alive with a ‘Russet’ colored September. Let’s all join the fun with a ‘Caldren’ enshrouded October, shall we? You can find the details, here.
September tends to get the short end of the stick. New school clothes attire August, a big ol’ party festoons October, but September? September is easily side-stepped, much like the awkward boy in P.E. with whom you pray you don’t get paired.
And so it is, in each city and town, life quietly continues on …
The days shrink back; we may even find a leaf here and there, on the ground—hardly noticeable, and not the least bit worrisome …
Yet we know, our days of soaking in the rays are numbered. We may bemoan the fact, or kick it into overdrive. I opted for a quiet embrace, with long walks in the parks, and the snapping of photos, left and right …
To remember, or possibly, see for the first time …
It also meant a road trip; and more photos …
Where decay took on a certain beauty …
And meandering about a cemetery, offered a hint of intrigue …
With the last of the flowers cut and brought indoors …
The sun set on the ninth month …
A month forever linked with tragedy and often associated with depression, September seems contented to play second fiddle. Looking back, however, I see it’s really quite colorful in its own right.
Perhaps next year we should give it a bit more of a chance, non?
I love all the glowing colors in this post. But, I especially love that old barn. Wow!
gorgeous light in all of these shots! russet — what a great way to kick off autumn.
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