August 2023

The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer’s ending, a sad, monotonous song. “Summer is over and gone,” they sang. “Over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying.” The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year – the days when summer is changing into fall – the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.

E.B. White, “Charlotte’s Web”

I always find myself thinking of these lines around this time of year. Something about this season feels particularly melancholy to me.

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[All of these photos were shot on an Olympus OM-1n Camera. Photos 1-6 and 8 were shot on Kodak Portra 160 film. Photo 7 was shot on Fujifilm 400 Color film. Photos 1-7 were taken at the 2023 Lowell Southeast Asian Water Festival.]