I am finished milking shots from one afternoon’s photos. Promise!
:: crosses fingers behind back ::
I really love these photos from last week mainly because I love when a photo brings on a physical feeling. When I look at these photos I can feel the sun on my face and smell the leaves on the ground. I want to remember the way the day went from “t-shirts and frisbees” to “sweatshirts and red noses” in the course of 20 quick minutes. I love when Autumn tricks you into remembering summer and then slams its cold reality in your face the moment the sun dips low.
It is thick creamy soup weather.
It is Pumpkin Spiced everything in the market weather.
I want to remember this day…
…because a brief nine months ago the snow was higher than the trampoline in the photo above. Deeper than Corrigan is currently tall (35.5 inches…way to grow, Cor!) and in less than 24 hours we were wondering if our carport roof was going to hold. I am not ready to let go of my favorite season of the year for this…
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot
(slight aside here: I feel compelled to add that yes, Corrigan does have more than one shirt but that it is hardly noticeable from photographic evidence. There is something about this shirt that just makes me smile. I think it is the faded, retro-look…combined with his floppy hair that gets to me and I seem to choose it for him to wear far more often than other shirts.
I should also probably add that yes, I know that Corrigan looks like he wants to offer you a taste of his “knuckle-sandwich” up there and the little cut underneath of his right eye does much to make you wonder if he might steal your juice box and then throw it at you…but c’mon…cutest little bully ever. Amen?)
Finally, 13 year old boys are weird.