LATE AUGUST ...

"August rain: the best of summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time..." -Sylvia Plath

"August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun..." -Mary Oliver

"The month of August had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled..." -Sue Monk Kidd

"Those late August mornings smelt of autumns from day-break, 

...till the hour when the sun-baked earth allowed cool sea breezes...

...Garden spiders retired in the evenings to the shed,

...and there wisely took up their abode on the ceiling." -Colette

"August was nearly over. The month of apples and falling stars..." -Victor Nekrasov

"August is the last flicker of fun and heat before everything fades..."-Rasmenia Massoud

"August breeze...perched on the flame tree..." Meeta Ahluwalia

"August was smoking hot, then September walked in

... in cool as a cucumber, and made her presence felt."

                                                                                -Charmaine J. Forde

Photographs 2026 Mt. Washington, from Campbell River, BC.

 

SMOKE in the SKIES...

WHAT THE THUNDER SAID(excerpts) by T.S. ELIOT(1888-1965)

Here is no water but only rock

Rock and no water and the sandy road

The road winding above among the mountains

Which are mountains of rock without water

If there were water we should stop and drink

Amongst the rock on cannot stop or think

Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand

If there were only water amongst the rock

There is not even silence in the mountains

                       

But dry sterile thunder 

  

...without rain

And no rock...

if there were rock and also water.

And water a spring a pool among the rock

Not the cicada

and dry grass singing

but the sound of water 

over a rock...

Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees

Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop

But there is NO water...

Photographs 2026

 

AUGUST DAYS...

AUGUST by Jean Blewett (1862-1934) Canadian writer and poet. Her first novel was  "Out of the Depths" . She won 600$ in 1896 from the Chicago Times Herald for her poem "Spring"

God in his own right hand

doth take each day

Each sun-filled day

Each rare and radiant night,

And drop it softly....

On the earth

and say:

"Touch earth with Heaven's own beauty and delight..."

Earth to the 20th Century....

"You cannot take from out my heart the growing, The green sweet growing,

and vivid thrill. You should be old. 

Not glowing with youth and all youth's strength and beauty still"

                          - Jean Blewett

Photographs 2026