Here is a photo essay of September dawn, 2010.
We passed the equinox at the end of the month, so we are entering the dark half of the solar year. Sunset moved from about a quarter past seven to a quarter past six in the evening.
In the morning, the sun rose in central Maine just before 6:00am on September 1st. On the thirtieth, dawn came just past 6:32. That means a lot of us are getting up before the sun now. The good news about that is that more of us get to see the sun's glorious entrance into the day.
I find September to be a month of reflection. Summer's warmth is still in the air as the month begins, and fall's brisk winds of change have made their appearance by month's end. It is a good time for remembering, as another year's growth and greenery begin to wrinkle wearily on the vine, ready to drop away for a winter of restful dormancy.
September means misty mornings, purple asters, spiders in the meadows, songbirds disappearing, symphonies of crickets, and the earliest tinge of fall color.
Some say it is Maine's most beautiful month. I would have to agree.
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