Hope Is a Garden
When September begins it never feels like fall. The weather is warm, the flowers are colorful, and the tomatoes are finally hitting their stride after being eaten green by critters during the summer drought. But there is definitely a shift, an acknowledgment that all this frivolity is coming to an end. I’ve started photographing individual plants that are new to me, unsure how much I will remember in the spring, how much I will miss being surrounded by so much aliveness in the coming months. My enthusiasm for documentation cycles between desperation to record and desperation to close the computer and get back out in it while I still can. Both are sustenance as I head into a month of climate action and community building. Bittersweet September, welcome.