On the west coast June is seldom a pleasant month. The rain and mist roll in and seem to stick around forever. Of course, this makes it the best place to buy summer clothes - many of which go on sale in June. Summer clothes are seldom necessary on the west coast before July, the selection on sale is always very good - there are bargains to be had.
Seems that pattern has recently changed.
For the last two years BC has had stellar summer weather in June while Ottawa and other points east, (Boston apparently included) are bewildered by summer days devoid of summer weather.
People dress as though it was summer but the temperature and the clouds defy it. Bare toes look cold and unhappy in sandals and flip-flops although, I admit, having grown up on the west coast the incongruity of a sweater with shorts and sandals does not seem as jarring as it must to those who grew up depending on June to bring the warmth and sunny skies that March and April withheld.
It is strange and contradictory but I am trying to enjoy it. It could not be worse for photographs - everything is ugly to my eye in this light - but I hear the folks in Austin crave rain deeply for much of the time during the summer so I am trying to appreciate cold damp mornings, velvet-cool fogs and nights where it is easy to sleep with blankets and a window open, no air conditioning on. Wherever you are, there is someone else who craves the very thing you wish you could be free of - imagine that.
random thoughts on the passage through an ordinary life.
About Me
- Stephanie Farrington
- I figure if there's an average person, it's probably me. That is to say, I have lived in a few places, probably about average, I have a post-secondary education and an unfinished MFA - which is probably average for people who pursue and education, I'm hitting middle age, my job has been downsized and resized so many times it's safe to say I've never had any job security. I live an average life on the precarious edge of the middle class. I'm happily married to an American, I hold Canadian citizenship, for now. But I'm so disgusted with just about everything going on in Canada that I may pursue changing my citizenship to match my husband's. I am fiercely loyal to American ideals, in part because they make sense and in part because I am descended from a signer of the Declaration of Independence. The idea of an equitable democracy, a meritocracy - that appeals to me. I write, I read, talk, take pictures and worry - just like everybody else. The hopes I hold most dear are for the health and well being of my immediate family, myself included, and the continuance of my happy life with my wonderful husband. Everything else seems manageable.
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