i guess in hindsight, no matter what time of the year, time weaves in and out and seems to move faster with each passing year with the stretch of june to august always seeming to fly in a flash - like a ball of light hurling through space: one day it’s the beginning with a long span ahead and then whoosh - it’s early fall.
this year felt a little different. it began with a site visit to las vegas followed by a dip into my younger years in seattle and then kind of stalled; a rather lonely fourth + a lot of working til late day (which kind of killed any motivation to step out and breathe fresh air) and more rainy weekends than i care to recall. in short not as many beach days let alone the carefree wildness of summers past.
all too soon it was the paris olympics - a banner year i won’t ever forget for the imagination, creativity and sheer joyfulness which has sort of been a beacon in what’s often felt like heavy times. and in typical form, august appeared then evaporated.
the last week spent in what felt like early fall in nyc (work) followed by a trip to the jersey shore - to a place i haven’t been in years and years and forgotten how crowded it gets. it was good to just sit, stare at the waves breathing in and out and fill my lungs with salt water air.
in many regards the year ended as it began with a visit to luther gerlach/family for a wet plate refresher … and now with eyes forward to focusing on that journey ahead.
to summer 2024, thank you for the lost bits, the fragments of sea glass, the reflection and illusions and the dream that someday these three months will be endless.
