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Fall has always been my favorite time of year. Here in Oregon we have a crisp season that is a mixture of lingering summer sunshine and overcast days filled with honey colored leaves. In the morning you may find yourself wrapped in a chunky sweater but by afternoon have already layered down to light weight t-shirt. The rain is usually light and misty and everywhere a freshness lingers in the air as the terrain cleanses itself from the busy summer days and transitions into the steady routine of autumn.
Nostalgia creeps up on me in the fall. Memories of kicking leaves around as I walked home from the school bus. Failed attempts at grandiose pumpkin carving plans while my brothers threw the seeds at me. Watching the Christmas decorations slowly come out in the store windows when we'd hardly reached Thanksgiving. All these things that would bring excitement and anticipation to my very sentimental kid-heart.
Nowadays, life goes a little more quickly than I'd like. I often marvel at how quickly 5pm comes and how little I actually accomplished from my long to-do list of goals each day. When you are a child, a moment can last SO long. Having to wait just a few hours to put on your Halloween costume can seem like an eternity...a caterpillar in a jar could enamor you for days. Yet in adulthood there seems to be so few frozen moments that leave room for savoring.
Does it have to be this way?
There is a beautiful scene in the movie The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (which was one of my favorite movies of 2014). Photographer O'Connell (played by Sean Penn) has been sitting for days at a peak in the Himalayas waiting to capture the illusive snow leopard on camera. When the cat finally emerges, he stalls taking the picture.
Walter Mitty: When are you going to take it?
Sean O'connell: Sometimes I don't. If I like a moment, for me, personally, I don't like to have the distraction of the camera. I just want to stay in it.
Walter Mitty: Stay in it?
Sean O'connell: Yeah. Right there. Right here.
The first day of fall is Tuesday, September 23, 2014. I'm committing myself to lingering in as many moments as I can (yes, even free of instagram...and I loooooove instagram). I want to let the days soak in, despite how busy I am. To pause as much as I can and be grateful for all the beautiful memories of my childhood. Perhaps all I'm really describing is living in gratitude. No matter what you call it, I wish you a very happy fall. I'm glad you've visited my little blog, and I hope you'll return from time to time.
Here's to autumn.
Pictured above: Lavenda & Ella memory, photographed by me on the Sandy River Fall 2013.