The Last Hurrah of Summer

I'm getting ready to visit family in the Northeast Kingdom over the Labor Day Weekend. I'm already dreaming of hikes, and ziplines, and late night fires with my sisters. Since we live all over the country, it's hard for us to get together sometimes, but it's all the more special when we're able to. I'll be taking all kinds of pictures. It helps me to distill the moment, capture it for all time. You have to love that about pictures, how a picture becomes so much more than a documentation of a thing. It brings back all the sensory cues and thoughts of the moment.

Pictures and Words



Remember this song from last week? Well, I've been thinking a lot about pairing words and pictures. Or lyrics and pictures. I liked the simplicity of the words, the images they conveyed, and this is what I came up with. A fun exercise, don't you think? What lyrics would you use?

Random

Do you feel it too? Summer slipping from your greedy grip as you try to grasp the last pleasures of summer? The day is starting a little later every day, and shadows are growing longer. I read this poem the other day, and it struck a chord with me. Do you feel it?

Obscurely yet most surely called to praise,
As sometimes summer calls us all, I said
The hills are heavens full of branching ways
Where star-nosed moles fly overhead the dead;
I said the trees are mines in air, I said
See how the sparrow burrows in the sky!
And then I wondered why this mad instead
Perverts our praise to uncreation, why
Such savour's in this wrenching things awry.
Does sense so stale that it must needs derange
The world to know it? To a praiseful eye
Should it not be enough of fresh and strange
That trees grow green, and moles can course
in clay,
And sparrows sweep the ceiling of our day?

~ Richard Wilbur