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In the fall, I believe again in poetry
Fall colors are funny
“Fall colors are funny. They’re so bright and intense and beautiful. It’s like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted and dreary.” ― Siobhan Vivian
We are all like the bright moon
you believe in ghosts?
“We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.” ― Khalil Gibran
To forget myself as melted snow forgets its life
Upcoming Colors
Earth teach me to forget myself as melted snow forgets its life. Earth teach me resignation as the leaves which die in the fall. Earth teach me courage as the tree which stands all alone. Earth teach me regeneration as the seed which rises in the spring. William Alexander
The gentle touches of air and water
Touch of air and water
The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time.
Henry David Thoreau
Stiff and rotten to the core
Missing inner strength
“Strangely, though, the smell of decay in the air is encouraging. The giant tree which, for decades seemed a permanent feature of the landscape, solid and immovable, is now rotten to the core. One stiff gale will bring it down. And the gap left presents an opportunity – for new growth, for new experiments and, possibly, a new beginning.”
Morning frost
Clear and crisp
“Life is very tough and fragile at the same time, it never backs down or surrenders, but will break open to reveal its beauty and ugliness. As an evening primrose that blooms in the flooding moonlight, just before being trampled upon underfoot by the four-legged frost of the night.”
― Anthony Liccione
Brief encounter in the wild garden
Deer in the afternoon
I was almost shouting out of surprise. In early evening, a young, pretty deer rustled about almost 10 m next to me in my wild garden and peacefully chewed on my plants. We looked at us, me disbelieving, found the deer quite bold. Both we continued our jobs. It grazed and I continued reading. A moment of unity. In the Universal Self? Or just whishful thinking? You guessed it, I read a guide to meditation.
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Winter Evening
Glad we had the sun today
Flashy woods in winter time
Experimenting with a flash gun to make the dark somewhat more tangible
Frosty Morning
The last leaves are shining in the frosty morning sun. Enjoying a quiet stroll through wood and fields. Frost pattern sparkling, the light revealing colours and fine structures of leaves and gras. Just walking and sensing how the change is taking place. And feeling a deep stillness.
Spooky Run
Regenerating calmly on a Sunday morning with a mild workout
Away with the Fairies
Togetherness
