Every time that I leave my grandparents’ house in Michigan, I wonder how long it will be before I make it back up there. Yet, I somehow find myself in Michigan every year, much to my delight (proof: 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018). This weekend, my parents and I made the 14-hour northbound trip. We spent 2 days with family, attended a wedding, and returned south. As always, the long drive was worth it.
I’ve written and deleted half a dozen introductions to this post. Here is a general summary of everything that I’ve thought about saying:
- August 2019 may go down in history as the month that I fell in love with macro lenses (see photos 2, 13, 16, and 24).
- In July I apologized for posting 4 photos of water. This month I have to apologize for posting another 5 photos of water (see photos 1, 3, 13, 17, and 19).
- Overall, this is my favorite month of photos (see photos 3, 4, 13, 17 and 18)
- Every day, it gets a little harder to choose one of the 365 prompts (because every day, there is one less to choose from).
Every time this year that someone asks me, “Has your summer been relaxing?,” I want to respond as Mr. Beaver responded to Susan Pevensie: “Who said anything about relaxing? ‘Course it isn’t relaxing. But it’s good. It’s the summer, I tell you.” (I think that I could probably use quotations from Lemony Snicket and C.S. Lewis to describe everything in life. But I digress.)
The highlight of these busy weeks was my brother’s wedding. After several days of heavy downpours in Sarasota, we worried that the outdoor wedding would be a mixed bag of love and rain — in the same way that “a trip to the zoo would be a very mixed bag if the weather were beautiful, but all the man- and woman-eating lions were running around loose” (and there’s your Snicket quote for the day).
In 2019, I am posting a roundup of “simple joys” on the last Saturday of every month. Feel free to share your own simple joys in the comments!
July’s edition of “Enjoyable Reads” is dedicated to short stories because I’m currently enrolled in British and American Short Fiction.
1. If you have 5 minutes and love a good plot twist, then you need to read “The Story of an Hour” by Kate Chopin.
2. If you have a little more time and don’t mind sad endings, check out “Paul’s Case” by Willa Cather.
3. And if you just need a good laugh (and you are willing to read for a little longer), then read “Xingu” by Edith Wharton.
P.S. American short fiction might be my favorite genre.
P.P.S. I did read several books from the 100 Books Bucket List this month, but none were good enough to recommend.
I used to claim that I was afraid of birds. Wings and the beaks make birds completely unpredictable—you never know when those feathered appendages will flap. The problem with my claiming this fear, however, is that ducks are my favorite animal (and flamingos are probably my third favorite animal, following after jellyfish).
While on a family trip in Sarasota, I realized another flaw in claiming this fear: I photograph birds a lot (here’s evidence from Arizona, Michigan, and my own backyard). In fact, I let a snowy egret wander within 3 yards of me so that I could get a good picture. I guess I will have to find a new fear.
If you saw my post on Thursday, then you know that I recently returned from the Twin Cities.