autumn
And autumn brings her changing hues
Just hanging around
Dying on the branch no. 1. Image: Su Leslie 2019
Dying on the branch no. 2. Image: Su Leslie 2019
Dying on the branch no. 3. Image: Su Leslie 2019
Monday Macro
Gone tomorrow
Everything is ephemeral, both that which remembers and that which is remembered. — Marcus Aurelius
Posted to the Ragtag Daily Prompt |ephemeral
The last dance
The wind has dropped a little this morning, but I can’t help feeling these leaves won’t last much longer.
Better enjoy their colourful dance while I can.
Colour therapy
These may be autumn’s dying day, but it’s a joyous, colourful exit.
Wordless Wednesday
More sky than leaves now
Looking up through what’s left of the foliage. Image: Su Leslie 2019
Each day there’s a little more sky visible through the trees in my local park. How long until all the leaves are gone?
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” — William Allingham, Autumnal Sonnet
When the familiar surprises
“Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.” — Henry Miller
I have a favourite walk that takes me round a cul de sac of gardeners — or perhaps people who hire gardeners. Either way, I get to enjoy the ever-changing exhibition of nature in their park-like yards. Today I noticed — probably for the first time — a (lily pilly?) hedge sending out some wonderful red leaves. With a macro lens on my camera, it looked truly lovely. Definitely a golden moment.
Posted to Debbie’s Quote Wednesday
(mainly) Wordless Wednesday
From the 1978 War of the Worlds album; Justin Hayward singing Forever Autumn. It’s been in my head for a couple of days.
