Fall is just about here
I’m looking forward to it.
The leaves are starting to turn. There’s a nip in the air, especially at night. And it’s time to reprise a few of the photos I took last year, on a memorable trip north to a place where the reflections of the leaves in the water were unusually spectacular:
Beautiful. Most definitely, autumn is what I miss most since we moved from Chicago in 1976.
Now it is autumn and the falling fruit
and the long journey towards oblivion.
The apples falling like great drops of dew
to bruise themselves an exit from themselves.
And it is time to go, to bid farewell
to one’s own self, and find an exit
from the fallen self.
The Ship of Death – D.H. Lawrence – Kalliope
When I first moved to New England 35 years ago I was enthralled with autumn. Now it’s just a warning that the long winter is about to arrive. The thrill is gone.
Leaves are starting to turn in flyover country, harvest is well under way, and once the sun dips blow the horizon the temperature drops quickly. October is my favorite month.
Nice photos.
Always a nice subject, neo. I just got back from a little trip up the road to do some shooting. I at first thought, since the eagles were being shy, I wouldn’t get much of anything; but this copse started to fascinate me because of its one brilliant yellow-orange ash in the back, framed with pines that had pillars of red ivy going up them. I spent an hour just with that little grove.
Beautiful pictures.
Today we pulled up the last of the sunflowers, its ravished seed-heads on the drooping stalk nearly brushing the ground, and uprooted the squash plants after harvesting the few final fruits. The garden is still vibrant with mums of many colors and a few valiant pansies, but most of the flowers have hunkered down behind the foliage for the long haul.
Autumn kind of goes with the coffee-spoon post about “lasts” —
Breathtaking scenes. The kind that provide me with moments of great peace. So much beauty. So little time.
“Today we pulled up the last of the sunflowers, its ravished seed-heads on the drooping stalk nearly brushing the ground….”
Ah! Sun-flower Related Poem Content Details
BY WILLIAM BLAKE
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the travellers journey is done.
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow:
Arise from their graves and aspire,
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.
You have a good eye, Neo, but you are shy in Eliot Porter’s composability. Keep working on it!
Like Physicsguy, I was not native to the northeast when I moved to CT in 1995, and Fall was nice the first couple of years, but the Winters wore me down. By 2000, Fall gave me a sense of dread. Am very happy to be living in TN these days. Don’t miss the New England weather one bit.
I grew up in Connecticut, and while I have gone back there to visit relatives from time to time I haven’t been back in autumn in over forty years. I am glad I don’t have to put up with winter weather and driving conditions. But I miss the fall.
I love fall in New England. Nothing like it.