Today was a fall day, cool with rain, low clouds, a north breeze. It would be easy to classify today as an unhappy, depressing, bad day.
I prefer to not think that way. It’s a fall day, grey, drizzly, a good day to give thanks for being alive.
thanks for and to look forward to sunny days.
While shooting landscapes I looked down and saw this gem. Beauty is sometimes right at your feet. It’s good to look down, we might miss something.
Leaves, fallen on the deck. The seasons turn, life changes, goes on. Fall is a good season, a transition between the season of growth and that of rest.
A solitary tree basks in the last rays of the day.
taken and posted with the PlayBook
This actually occurred several weeks ago. Since then, very dry. The season holds many unknowns. That is fine, I have learned to accept what is.
After disentangling itself from a row of trees, the moon sails through an evening sky.
The rounded, soft shapes of the hay bale and trees contrast with the sharp, angularity of the corn stubble.
Though I was anxious to get home on a late autumn day, this spectacle entranced me, compelled me to stop and give thanks. When we hurry through life looking for beauty, glory, contentment, and happiness, sometimes we hurry right past all of these blessings.
Beneath a rising moon on a glorious late autumn evening, a tiny dot of humanity, a farmer, continues working.
Like small, active children, these Queen Anne’s lace refused to sit still portrait.
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