Do you remember seeing a René Magritte painting called “Ceci n’est pas une pipe”? It took me a while to get what he meant. It was a picture of a pipe, after all. Why would he call it “This is not a pipe.”
(Oh, right. It’s not a real pipe. You can’t fill it with tobacco. You can’t smoke it.)
In the same spirit, I am posting pictures of not-summer.
On a warm July day, I took my photos of blue skies, beach paths, and small boats, and the next thing I knew we were having a Labor Day clambake. Within two days, summer was over, and a curtain of cold, windy rain descended. Along with the September mindset, my husband says.
Ceci ne’est pas l’été. Au revoir.
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