How is it feasible that Labor Day is two weeks away
shuttering the windows on another season?
I wrestle with the unsettling notion of time passing too quickly.
Within me is a duality of propulsion and inertia.
I sit in a state of wait while the calendar pages rapidly turn.
Another week, another set of photos.
Mad Whip kicked off the week with her last pic from an epic weekend wedding in Scotland.
My images were all taken close to home.
Although I didn't feel very inspired
I am satisfied with several of the images.
Perhaps therein lies the lesson:
After 80 some odd days,
the ritual, even when it feels monotonous,
can lead to surprising results.
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