For the third year, inspired by Susannah Conway’s August Break, I’m going to post only photographs for August. I actually love taking pictures and do so every single day (you can see more on instagram, where I’m lemead). I am already aware of fall underneath summer’s heavy heat and I want to sink into these last weeks. I’ve written before that I suspect my August birthday, right at the moment the world seems to pivot towards fall, contributes to my sense of myself as a liminal being. My instinct is to lunge forward, to rush into what’s coming because it’s painful to feel it on the horizon. But over and over again I try to push that impulse back, to be here now, to fully live these last golden hours of the summer. Wish me luck.
