October 20, Ardmore.
The new tent arrived back again from Mexico yesterday (our friend Marcos drove it back.)
Yesterday I drove some three hundred miles, made a portrait of Jacob and interviewed him, got things organized end of the season-mode, went trick or treating and generally tried to keep my kids from hurting themselves. I call it a good day under the circus sun.
Today is the last day of the season, as always it feels slightly nostalgic, and frantic.
2 comments:
I hope you will not stop posting. Very bittersweet at the end of the season, always, and am I to understand you won't be on Kelly Miller next year? I sooooo loved your pictures. Kelly Miller is the only circus I ever took extensive pictures of, and is one of the most picturesque of the mud shows, in my opinion!
I used to cry at the end of semesters. Cry at my last day of some job. I'd often feel the tug of the past pulling on my hem as I began to move place to place.
Don't let me go. Don't forget me. The tugging seemingly saying.
...and how do I take this, keep this, with me, my asking.
I wish you all the good you've ever gained and all the gain that's ever good.
...and wherever you may go next, I hope you take us with you.
All the best to you and yours!
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