Even in a person
most times indifferent
to things around him
they waken feelings
the first winds of autumn
(Saigyo)
Like the flick of a switch its autumn and I’m in love with my wild lane.
Sometimes it feels like we don’t get ‘proper’ seasons but in the lane, seasons are keenly felt.
Saoirse spotting fallen leaves, ripening blackberries and damsons in the hedges declared, ‘Mammy, its autumn now you know!’
Every day since is filled with longing for the day she can fill her bucket, my pockets and several corners of the house with fallen chestnuts as she did last year.
Ever since she could walk alone I’ve taken pictures of Saoirse in the lane, toddling on ahead of me in the great cavern of trees, in all kinds of weather, in the dawn or the gloaming and all the colours of the year.
So it occurred to me that a nice idea would be to make a photographic record of the girls in the lane, a record of their growing and their going as the seasons turn into years.
I’m starting officially now, in the first winds of autumn…
Hi Jane. What a wonderful idea for a blog post - I love it! You have a wonderfully poetic turn of phrase. What a little sweetheart Saoirse is - I love the images. Well done on your beautiful new blog….you have a new follower
Áine x
Thank you so much Aine! That you love the images is a real complement from a pro! I’m so glad you like it!
love your images your little model looks so sweet well done
Thank you very much, I appreciate the comment : )
This is beautiful! Thanks to Liz Lennon, I would have hated to miss this. I’m really looking forward to seeing all the rest of your site. I’ll even forgive the fact that your still 39!
Hi Kerry thank you so much I really appreciate it : )
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