The first of September is always a reminder that the end of summer is close. I haven't done enough summery things probably because these last couple months have been filled with a lot of reflection (and sometimes with reflection there's uncertainty and fear and a lot of other emotions that I didn't want to be a part of these summer months. I can't wait to be an old person one day), but so far my September calendar is shaping up to be a fun month. These photos are from the highlight of summer thus far: Sonoma County trip. Once you venture out of Bodega Bay you will find sun.
oh joan.
ReplyDeleteis this so weird. i refuse to read any of her books. i'll read her articles, and i try to watch/read all of her interviews, but i can't read her books.
i identify with her way too much.
her story scares me, and there's something in my {superstition} that feels so connected to her, that if i start to read her books, which i know i'll love, that her tragedies will become mine...
so lame, i know.
it's so weird how much i think about this woman.
was even thinking about her yesterday as i was driving down to laguna with my husband thinking about how much i love him, and how sad i'd be if i lost him...immediately thought of joan.
Joan!! I love to see this comment. Oddly enough, I think I've felt the same. I connect with her tragedies so much, even though I haven't experienced anything like them before. Joan Joan.
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