photograph © Bruce A. Morrison
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July...when I was much, much younger "July" meant the middle of summer vacation. It meant there was a whole month "after this one" before school began again! It was a month of wandering, like June and August, but there was something else about July; it was ephemeral...you lived it, breathed the essence of it, held it close and then it was gone.
June seemed like a dream when it arrived; summer was here! We languished in the
thought of it, but as it gained momentum and you grasped the opportunity - it was finished. We had "wised up" by July; it needed to be savored.
When August came, the sense of well being was shaken...summer's end was near.
Now that I am older, I pay more attention to the calendar. Summer is no longer finished in August - there's September to look forward to...its not until the equinox that the end is true. But this old duffer still remembers saying goodbye to July all those years ago; its not over yet but I'll still wish it back.
I know its cheating, but stepping back and savoring a "time and place" in my paintings or, as in this case, my photographs - can be a nice respite. I hope you enjoy "July" in my work.