September 2004-2014

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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? 🙂

2004

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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.

2005

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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.

2006

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St Canice’s Cathedral grounds, Kilkenny.  I call this image Dwellings: Past, Present, Future.

2007

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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.

2008

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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.

2009

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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.

2010 

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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.

2011

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A friend invited me to take a trip to Connemara. We had two fun days in spite of the weather.

2012

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These clouds are something to remember.

2013

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A big sister.

2014

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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.

www.inesemjphotography.comHave a great week!

63 comments

  1. Beautiful memories, happy-sad, with things always changing, changing. The fact that beauty and transience go hand in hand make them more poignant, I guess…

    1. Thank you Cynthia! I know that the forest was very old, but it didn’t deserve to be levelled to the ground just to make an extra extension to the golf course. Some things are more important than revenues 😦

    1. Thank you for stopping by, Syd! It is why we are taking pictures wherever we go 🙂 Time is flying and things fade, but our photographs restore our memories.

  2. Wonderful poem, I had never read it before, thank you! It’s all rather obvious…you started out good and just got better as you went along. 2009 and 2012 especially. Wow!

    1. Thank you for your kind comment! These are my memories. For example, I have many good pictures from that hike in 2007, but this particular hill I will never forget. I was way older than the other hikers, and I almost got a heart attack because of elevation ( you can see that the hill is very steep and high), but no one had to wait for me, and I was very proud because of that. The same about the other images: they remind me about special moments and emotions 🙂

    1. Thank you so much for the nomination! No, I am not an award -free blog 🙂 I love to promote the bloggers I like:) Thank you again, truly humbled. Can I please post it on Sunday? I am moving houses, not blogging this week. 🙂
      Have a happy day! 🙂

  3. HI Inese!

    This is a lovely September tour and poem. The poem will suit our climate more in a few weeks.

    I find the Dwellings images especially interesting. The large construction cranes in the distance really bring the whole thought and image to a point of distinction. Nicely done!

    How are you doing?
    eg

    1. Thank you for your kind comment. I simply took a picture of a lady walking through the graveyard, and only at home I realised that the graves represented the dwellings of those who lived before, the houses – those who live now, and the cranes – those who are going to live in the future.
      I am busy moving houses this week, no blogging until Monday:)
      How is your week running?

      1. I enjoy discovering more in pictures after I take them, too. 🙂

        Moving houses is busy! I hope it goes smoothly.

        My week is going well. We’ve had the unexpected pleasure of two young men from church working on our farm while they job hunt in our town. They have just moved here to live with their cousin. They are repairing a large shed, etc. We are so thrilled to have them buzzing busily around this week. 🙂

  4. The picture did go very nicely with the poem.
    Beautiful place you grew up in, and that forest…..those trees where better lined up than the white marks that you see while driving on the road. Incredible places really. My question, I know I can look it up in google but I´m to lazy, where is this? In the U.K I suppose but where exactly Scotland, Ireland(is that part of the U.K still?) just the general area.

  5. Great idea and some great photos of great memories Inese – but also poignant ones too, I’m so sad the new owner cut the forest down and that the monkey puzzle alley is no longer the same. My favourite is of the house you grew up in.

    1. Thank you for your thoughtful comment, Andrea. I think that cutting down all the forest was a crime. I was so upset, I cried. I came over some two years after it was done. The place looked like after the nuclear explosion. They didn’t even plant new trees, just vandalised and left. Also I noticed that they started to build a golf course on the land around the lake, so I am afraid the house might be gone by now…

  6. This is a beautiful chronography alluding to the month of September. What a great idea. This is why keeping photo albums is so important. In Puerto Rico there is really no change in seasons that is really evident. So we don’t get those beautiful red leaves.

    1. Thank you Maria! Yes, You are right, you have all the beautiful colors around the year:) I so love your fantastic images and the research you do for your posts.

  7. True, photographs are memories. Both emotionally and physically they connect us to our past, which are memorable! Loved your beautiful pics and series. Is that house is 200 years old? Seriously? Its looking so beautiful.

    Be Bettr, Stay Bettr! 🙂
    Swetank.

    1. Thank you Swetank! Yes, the house was built in 1823. I have never explored inside the cellar ( you can see the entrance) but if I did I would probably have found something exciting 🙂 Well, I actually did find – a bat, right under the roof. I have never held a bat in my hands before 🙂

      1. That’s really interesting! Like a mysterious story .. Neither I had ever held a bat in my hand .. haha.. but sure will try, if get a chance. I am sure they won’t bite? Ain’t they?

        1. No he didn’t bite, just scratched me a bit. I was 10-11 years old, but held him tight 🙂 Took him home to examine, and then returned him back. He looked like a soft brown little ball with leathery wings and tiny claws on the wings 🙂 Had tiny teeth and dark bright eyes. I remember the touch. It was too big a happening 🙂

  8. Such beautiful landscape, and a wonderful eye for those unique shots. That red leaf just pops out at you! I just started painting for fall, and your red and golds are coming to life for me. Also, I’ve never tried Vaseline on my camera lens filter.How would you remove it after? Just water and soap?

    1. Thank you for your comment, Alisa! I wouldn’t put Vaseline on my polarizer :), but you can use anything more or less transparent as a filter, and experiment with the gels: make different layers – ticker and thinner, color them. It will produce different types of blur. I tried plastic bottles and bags, old sunglasses etc. Anything transparent can be used as a filter, and Vaseline or hair gel for more effect.

    1. Thank you so much for commenting. I forget many things, but looking at the images I remember them again, and it helps me not to wonder where the years have gone. They are here, in my file:)

  9. Love the picture of your old house and the one of the leaves. But all these photographs are really beautiful. I can’t understand how anyone could cut down an ancient forest. I hope there were ghosts living there and the person responsible is being haunted.
    My September? Ha ha ha. Look at my blog. Enough said.

    1. Thank you John. I know about your September 2014, but isn’t it sweet to look back? I love it, and I will do it again 🙂 It is not about images, really, but about the feelings that you still remember.

      When I walked up the hill from the lake side and saw the empty space that was once the forest, I thought I would have a stroke. Had to sit on the grass.

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