Every September 1st, for the past some 20 odd years, I've listened to this song:
It seems to set a tone for fall, even if fall is truly still weeks away. The sound of David Sylvian's voice is nothing if not cooler weather, shorter days and distant memories of 20-something angst. Sigh. Those were the days.
In other news, I shared a photo last week from our Minnesota State-cation that looked something like this:
Every time we stopped to pose at a statue or an otherwise unnaturally large landmark, I begged the kids to do this pose. Why? I was recalling, in my mind, a shot taken from a 2002 road trip in front of an Iowa landmark of sorts, in which the kids were much smaller and doing a similar pose.
I finally dug out the shot I was remembering and was surprised that we really weren't quite re-creating it with much accuracy:
I guess the screaming of one child is close enough?
Still, look at how little those kids were back then.
Insert heavy, hormone-laden sigh here.