h. september
September. September was all about the food. The bread and the pastry and the plums and the chocolate and brocollo and the cinnamon and the nutmeg and the cardamom. It was about creation that looked like destruction and progress that looked like demolition and discoveries of Edwardian treasures brutalised and covered up and hidden away. It was about peeling back and starting afresh. About lunches by the river and friendships starting over. It was about vintage cashmere and maple syrup. It was about life and living. It was September.
September looks and sounds wonderful!
ReplyDeleteit's suddenly feeling like my bowl of cereal wasn't enough...
ReplyDeletehow do you do this magical thing where all your photos look so distinctively "peonies" - subtle, and quiet, and beautiful?
ReplyDeletei want to climb in your photos and pull them up around me...much like vintage cashmere.
ReplyDeleteThe food pictures are so wonderful. And demolition for remodeling/rebuilding always gets me excited. How has that project come along, anyway?
ReplyDeleteNo, no! More August, more August. As I age I feel the pull of the seasons more deeply and your photos are so evocative that September does something worrisome to the blood.
ReplyDeleteseptember sounded lush, and yummy.
ReplyDeletelove your photos! would be interested to know what kind of camera you use, if you don't mind sharing... thx! :)
ReplyDeleteSeptember looks delicious, and it can be hard to photograph food, so kudos.
ReplyDeleteCelia said EXACTLY what I was thinking.
ReplyDeleteThese photos feel like abundance.
ReplyDeleteJust like a birthday month.
September is my birthday month.
Thank you.
Just stumbled on your blog. Love your photography.I love belle and boo.
ReplyDeleteso beautiful. I do love how light and fragile your photos are.
ReplyDeleteYour photographs are beautiful, as is your writing. Happy to stumble upon your blog!
ReplyDeletehow do you make your whole year sound so sexy???!
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