Reflecting on a Year of Life – 2021

A Year of Life!

2021 I attempted my first 365, a photo a day, photography project. I may not have managed a photo a day but I certainly grew as an artist and a person.

I will be creating a legacy book, for my children.

For you, I have condensed it down to one image from each month. A year of life!

Should I create a calendar?

January

Holly

Named after Janus – God of beginnings and transitions.

Again I reply to the triple wind

Running chromatic fifths of derision

Outside my window: Play louder

You will not succeed. I am

Bound more to my sentences

The more you batter at me

To follow you.

And the wind,

As before, fingers perfectly

It’s derisive music.

William Carlos Williams

February

labrador

Named after februum – purification

Little month of February,

You are small, but worthy – very!

Will you grow up like the others,

Like your sister months and brothers?

Every four years with a bound

With a leap up from the ground,

Trying to grow tall as they –

All you stretch, is one small day!

Even then you’re not so tall

But just the shortest month of all.

March

sand

Named after Mars – God of war

In the snowing and the blowing,

In the cruel sleet,

Little flowers begin their growing

Far beneath our feet.

 

Softly taps the spring, and cheerily, –

“Darlings, are you here?”

Till they answer, “We are nearly,

Nearly ready, dear.”

 

“Where is winter, with his snowing?

Tell us spring.” They say.

Then she answers, “He is going’

Going on his way”

 

“Poor old winter does not love you;

But his time is past,

Soon my birds shall sing above you; –

Set you free at last.”

April

footwear

Named after aperire – ‘to open’

List! List! The buds confer

This noonday they’ve had news of her;

The South Bank has had views of her;

The willows adream

By the freshet stream

Shall ask what boon they choose of her.

 

Up! Up! The world is astir;

The would be green has word of her;

Root and germ have heard of her,

Coming to break

Their sleep and wake

Their hearts with every bird of her.

 

See! See! How swift concur

Sun, wind, and rain at the name of her,

A-wondering what became of her;

The fields flower at the flame of her,

The glad air sings

With dancing wings

And the silvery shrill acclaim of her.

Sir Charles Douglas Roberts

May

midsummer

Named after Maia – goddess of fertility

The rain that’s falling soft and slow

Has set the tulip bed aglow,

A flaming mass of colour.

And oh, the yellow and the red

Against the blackness of the bed –

The garden seems Enchanted

 

And how the tiny rose leaves shine,

So new and wet, and on the vine

A tiny yellow warbler.

And in my heart I bend my knee

To him who made such things to be –

So exquisite and tender.

Alice Baker

June

foliage

Named after Juno – goddess of marriage

Far up in the deep blue sky,

Great white clouds are floating by;

All the world is dressed in green;

Many happy birds are seen,

Roses bright and sunshine clear

Show that lovely June is here.

F. G. Sanders

July

red rose

Named after Julius Caesar – It being the month of his birth.

Let us find a shady way

Pretty little brook;

Let us have some candy handy,

And a picture book.

 

There all day we’ll stay and play and

Never mind the heat.

While the water gleaming, streaming,

Ripples round our feet.

 

And we’ll gather curly pearly

Mussels shells while bright

Frightened minnows darting, parting,

Scurry out of sight.

 

What if, what if, – heigho! My oh! –

All the ‘ifs’ were true,

And the little fishes wishes,

Now, what would you do?

August

Roker Pier

Named after Emperor August – several of his triumphs were at this time, including the conquest of Egypt.

Lazy summer afternoons,

Walks along the beach,

Balmy evenings, cloudless skies,

Stars just out of reach,

Sailing on a quiet lake,

Hammocks in the shade . . .

These are the simple treasures

Of which August days are made.

September

autumn

From the Latin September- “seven”. It was originally the seventh of ten months, September became the ninth month but retained its name.

The breezes taste

Of apple peel

The air is full

Of smells to feel –

Ripe fruit, old footballs,

Burning brush,

New books, erasers,

Chalk, and such.

The bee, his hive,

Well- honeyed hum,

And mother cuts Chrysanthemums.

Like plates washed clean

With suds, the days

Are polished with

A morning haze.

October

german shepherd

Like September, October was originally the eight month, ‘octo’ meaning eight. It moved but retained its name.

Autumn leaves of red and gold

That crunch beneath your feet,

Pumpkins on front porches,

Candy corn, and trick-or-treat.

Tart and tangy cider,

Apples ripened on the trees,

A hint of winter coming

On the chilly

Autumn breeze.

November

Enchanted Art

Again like September and October, November took its name from the Latin ‘novem’ meaning ‘nine’ and retained its name when January and February  were added.

November comes and

November goes,

With the last red berries

And the first white snows.

 

With night coming early

And Dawn coming late,

And ice in the bucket

And frost by the gate.

 

The fires burn

And the kettle sings,

And earth sinks to rest

Until next spring.

December

elf

Decem, meaning ten as it was originally the tenth month of the year.

Wintry mornings wrapped in white,

Evenings, calm and still,

Snowflakes dancing all around,

Sled rides down a hill,

Gatherings with loved ones –

Such a pleasure to remember –

All memories and special gifts

That come with each

December.

A Year of Life!

Mr & Mrs Powney

“For what it’s worth: it’s never

Too late or, in my case, too early to be

Whoever you want to be. There’s no time

Limit, stop whenever you want. You can

Change or stay the same, there are no

Rules to this thing. We can make the best

or the worst of it. I hope you make the

best of it. And I hope you see things that

Startle you. I hope you feel things you

Never felt before. I hope you meet people

with a different point of view. I hope you

Live a life you’re proud of. If you find

That you’re not. I hope you have the

Courage to start all over again.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Here’s to another year documenting life!

Why is Photography Important?

I’ve read that children feel safe, welcome, seen and loved if there are images of themselves in the family home. I love this idea and think this is something every family needs to know.

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