And so summer ends, as quietly and unassumingly as it began, which feels fitting, and fittingly a little sad. The world isn’t having its best moment. It’s not the time to celebrate, and that’s usually what summer is all about. Did we find ways to locate the joy of the season? I think we did, but it was much different from every other summer we’ve had. It wasn’t always easy to lose those traditions, or cut those ties, but there were valuable lessons in that. On with the final part to this summer recap. Tomorrow, fall comes…
With the pool finally open, we could indulge in all its moods.
Twenty years ago I looked like this.
The day I turned 45 years old.
Vintage birthday suit. (Because everybody looks better in the past.)
Autumn peeping rudely into August.
The lost posts… at least one of them.
These figs came from our own backyard.
An evening meditation, portending things to come.
This school photo didn’t exactly hide my gayness.
Somewhere in the middle of red and blue is purple.
A birthday in Boston – our first joint trip out of town since March.
When it’s no longer enough to be neutral.
The blare of the trumpets, sounding still.
