A few pictures from my September. A month that is neither summer nor fall. It’s had some beautiful weather, some smoky weather, some rain
I’ve been quite depressed this month. I’m reclusive by nature so the on-going near quarantine mostly hasn’t bothered me. But our cat is ailing, the three ring circus in DC is wearing on my nerves, and I usually am getting ready to go or am on my way to China at this time of the year. Right now I am starting to wonder if I will ever see my son again (he lives in China). There just isn’t anything to look forward to…
September seems like it really should be the beginning of the year. I never feel like January’s New Year’s has any thing to it. Things aren’t changing in the weather or natural world, the holidays are emotionally exhausting and I don’t feel ready to look at the past or energy to move into the future with purpose.
September is a month of change and transition. I tend to have time reflecting about the year at my annual trip to Mt Rainier in August and when September comes with the cooler weather I feel ready for new endeavors.
All of these photos were taken within four blocks of my home.
This week I decided to try and take photos that show the transition between summer and fall. The days are shorter and the little bit of rain we’ve had is bringing some things back into the green while others head toward seed formation.
The first two pictures go together to tell a story. My Dad’s dog Sam is getting older. She is deaf for practical purposes and when she stays out in the water (the Puget Sound water is cold all year) she gets very stiff and sore. She likes to fish: going out after the little flounder and bullheads that get disturbed when you wade near them. She doesn’t swim but goes out as far as she can wade chasing them. Since she can’t hear you call her anymore, you have to go out with smelly treats and lure her back to shore before she overdoes it.
I waded out to lure Sam back in and when I turned around I saw that Ginger followed me as far as she could and is looking imploringly at me to come back. In the distance you can see Asta, who has even shorter legs, running to catch up with us.
Two other favorites from the beach:
Great Blue Heron and Canadian Geese
On the 26th I flew to China to visit my son. Here is a favorite sculpture in the lobby of the hotel I always stay at near the Beijing Airport.
This seems to have been an auspicious time of year for weddings. The fireworks start at about 4 am. I got a kick out of the blow-up mythical beast, qilin, being ridden by what looks to me like a martian or tele-tubby. I saw several of them this time. I’ve seen the beasts, lions, etc. before but never the martian. I never did get an answer to what it was supposed to be.
I also got a kick out of the vegetable and fruit sculptures in Shouguang parks. These pumpkins were the first I saw.
A highlight of this trip was that my son had a couple of days off for Mid-Autumn festival and we took an overnight trip to Penglai. Penglai is at the narrow point that defines the boundary between the Yellow sea and Bohai, the large bay that has the harbors for Tianjin and Beijing. The area has been important strategically for ever and has a very long history. In folklore it is where the eight immortals arrived from over the sea.
Penglai is called a fairy land.
I’ll end with a favorite picture from our visit to the temple complex: