And there it was – 30 pictures, not exactly one per day, but a month’s worth nonetheless. Looking at them, it’s a pretty valid representation of me, a typical month in my life. Looking back, I struggled to find things to photograph and was always plotting (and missing) great photo ops.

What is my life, in the general sense? What’s important to me? Well – it’s the day to day with Handy Hubs. My family. Sporadic home improvement. “sometimes travel.” Food and drink. Craftiness (well, knitting and sewing). The animal kingdom. Friends.

And this month – completely without setting out to – I captured it all.

Once upon a time (about 9 months ago), I joined this little thing called Project 365 (/52).

Once upon another time, about 7.5 months ago, I totally bailed on it. Too much pressure, honestly.

I can say that despite this, I have taken more pictures this year than any year recently, and a lot of that has to do with the fantabulous digital SLR that I conned convinced Jason to let us get for the cruise.

Where, exactly, am I going with this?

September is my absolute favorite month of the year. While many (most?) view Spring as a time of rebirth, I am all about Fall. In New England, where I grew up, that all really started in September sometime. Cool mornings. Sweaters. The start of a new school year and all the possibilities that brought. Even as an adult, I still get an almost uncontrollable urge to organize and buy office supplies in September. I find myself turning inward to home and “the nest.” Who needs Spring Cleaning when you can have Fall Cleaning?

So, for one month – just September – I’m going to start anew with this picture-taking thing. Maybe every day, maybe not. A little low-pressure blogging while I get to finishing old sewing and knitting projects, cleaning up a bit, and laying low.

May your September be filled with possibilities, and recognizing this time as a beginning, not an end.

Somewhere around July, inevitably, there will be an oddball nice day or two. J will stand outside, coffee in one hand, cigarette in the other, sniff the air, and say: “Fall is coming.” Usually by September, he’s lapsed into “Winter is coming.”

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