A Calendar of Sonnets: September
By Helen Hunt Jackson
The golden-rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
The gentian’s bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.
The sedges flaunt their harvest,
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brook-side
Make asters in the brook.
From dewy lanes at morning
the grapes’ sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather,
And autumn’s best of cheer.
But none of all this beauty
Which floods the earth and air
Is unto me the secret
Which makes September fair.
‘T is a thing which I remember;
To name it thrills me yet:
One day of one September
I never can forget.
I think that this colourful poem and my picture go together quite nicely.
In May I posted a Photography: May 2003-2014 set of images. I am doing it again, “one day of one September”. Isn’t photography all about memories? 🙂
This is the house I grew up in. It is the back yard, these windows face the lake; the front yard used to merge with a large ancient forest. The building is about 200 years old. In 2004 we traveled around visiting all the places that are dear to us, and I took this photograph. In 2010 the new owner cut the forest down.
I love trees. This Monkey Puzzle ( Araucaria) alley is almost gone due to the old age. Last year I visited the place again, and it doesn’t look like in this picture anymore.
St Canice’s Cathedral grounds, Kilkenny. I call this image Dwellings: Past, Present, Future.
Galtee Mountains. That green patch down there is a forest. We are half way to a beautiful mountain lake, icy cold and transparent like a crystal. I came there again two years ago, solo. Walked through the forest, took some pictures. I didn’t plan to walk to the lake, of course, but it was nice to know that it is there, just a couple of hours away.
This picture was taken in the park in Limerick. I think it was my most uneventful, and overall miserable trip ever. Never been to Limerick again.
There is a tiny road in Clonmel going up the mountain. People walk or drive it to climb to the Holy Cross and get a bird’s eye view. This old man is walking down that road with his cows. He and his brother live ( lived?) right around the corner, so his flock doesn’t interrupt traffic too much. I stood in the street watching them and tears came up to my eyes. God bless old people.
This isn’t a result of photo editing: all the colors are natural. Antelope Island State Park, Great Salt Lake. Abundant wildlife, beautiful scenery, solitude and tranquillity.
A friend invited me to take a trip to Connemara. We had two fun days in spite of the weather.
These clouds are something to remember.
A big sister.
This picture is here because I am saying good bye to the river.
Thank you for reading about my Septembers. What about yours? I would love to hear 🙂
Photography tip of the day: More DIY 🙂 Take pictures through plastic bag, stained glass, plastic bottles, magnifying glass, etc. Cover your “filters” with colored vaseline. You will get interesting effects depending on your lenses.
Have a great week!