December Eve

This is my 500th post. Granted, you can only see 200-some posts; however, that is only because a few weeks back, I completely redid this blog; I reformatted and redesigned and revamped. I deleted some things, kept others--including a count--of how many posts I had. Public or not, the creation of this post is my blog's 500th. The blog itself always has room to grow and change and accommodate, but I wanted to start by erasing some of the more embarrassing posts--the ones about style and collages and wish lists and inane-ness that, frankly, I didn't really care about.


...and now I am frantically panicking over how to accommodate the preposition in the previous sentence. Because that's who I am; I'm one to use prepositions correctly. And one to start sentences with the word "because." And one to write fragments. Deliberate fragments.

That reminds me of a time long ago, back in fifth grade, when my tall, bearded teacher taught us that the word "No" is an entire sentence. "It can't be!" we fought back, yelling and pointing at the chalkboard. "How is 'no' a sentence? Where's the verb? The subject?" He explained to us, patiently, the implied subject, the sense of action with the invisible words, No, I will not.


Just as those words were unseen, but understood, my imagination puts descriptions and titles and letters and sounds to each image I see. Old. Gone. Not for awhile. Golden. Unnoticed. Unimaginable. Invincible. Magical. Simon and Garfunkel accompany me as I drive up and over the hills, around terraces and onto gravel. Dust spills into the air, follows me and traces me back home. The upbeat twang of Sarah Jarosz attaches itself to the dirt on the bottom of my shoes, and the beat of "Song Up In Her Head" follows me and pounds through my black boots and into my calves, my thighs, my hips, my heart, my head.

The Virgin Mary
All dressed in blue

Sings 'My First Lover'

For an audience of two

And there it is, again--the reminder that today is December Eve. Goodbye November; goodbye gluttonous habits and rainy days and orange glows. Goodbye to farmers in the field, turning leaves and vivid colors. Goodbye to fall ... and hello to a season, to a time of cold crispness and the gift of presence. Not presents.






7 comments:

  1. Wow, the last picture is one I cannot stop staring at! Gorgeous!

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  2. I can't believe it's already December. I like the "presence vs presents" statement. I think it would be nice if for one Christmas, nobody gave or received any presents. I think people would get a wake up call and feel a little less greedy. Congrats on 500 posts. That's a mighty big number.
    :)

    -Arielle

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  3. Dawn, I love LOVE love the sunset photo. It's gorgeous! And I think you're wrong about this post. It's great.

    Happy 500!

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  4. Wow those are beautiful pictures I can't wait to get my own camera!!!! I'm going to buy the Nikon D3100 and I plan on using it a WHOLE LOT. I really love the pictures they're all really good!
    -Farrah
    Farrah's Muse

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  5. happy 500 :) beautiful words and photos

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  6. Congrats on your 500th post! I remember for the first time hearing "no" can be a full sentence... haha. Now I use it!

    Love the photos... especially the red tights.

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  7. wonderful worlds. love the image of the leaves and the rocks,and the one just below it. they give me a breathless reverence.

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