I have frayed and am fraying in many ways this week. This time a more gentle fraying.
This weeks photo challenge is Big
Being from NYC I wanted to avoid buildings…
After several days of unseasonably cold weather, today was simply Autumn. 70, wind, partially sunny, what else can you say. I walked through Riverside Park for several hours, spent time at the river which was abuzz with people: sailors, kayakers, runners, joggers, strollers, walkers, bikers, bladers, sitters, and sleepers. You will have to take my word for that since there will be no pictures of that scene today…
Let’s take a look at the park.
The Quotidian Hudson sees no way not to re-blog this truly wonderful piece about a very special place on the river…
Vlad, Johna – thank you.
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.
Nature XXVII, Autumn.
I went to Brooklyn for a meeting yesterday and took a little photo walk around BAM.
You can feel it. 75 degrees in late September just feels other than 75 degrees in May and certainly has no resemblance to 75 degrees in July. People usually say they can feel it in the air but I think it is the light that makes the change. Your eyes show the brain what is happening, the brain tells the nose to check it out and suddenly realizes that things smell a new way, and then the message reaches skin and voila, the air feels other than it has been.
But I say it is the light that is the primal response…
“A moral character is attached to autumnal scenes; the leaves falling like our years, the flowers fading like our hours, the clouds fleeting like our illusions, the light diminishing like our intelligence, the sun growing colder like our affections, the rivers becoming frozen like our lives–all bear secret relations to our destinies.”
― François-René de Chateaubriand, Memoires D’outre Tombe
Second pass at “White”.Ailsa’s new travel theme.
“The summer ended. Day by day, and taking its time, the summer ended. The noises in the street began to change, diminish, voices became fewer, the music sparse. Daily, blocks and blocks of children were spirited away. Grownups retreated from the streets, into the houses. Adolescents moved from the sidewalk to the stoop to the hallway to the stairs, and rooftops were abandoned. Such trees as there were allowed their leaves to fall – they fell unnoticed – seeming to promise, not without bitterness, to endure another year. At night, from a distance, the parks and playgrounds seemed inhabited by fireflies, and the night came sooner, inched in closer, fell with a greater weight. The sound of the alarm clock conquered the sound of the tambourine, the houses put on their winter faces. The houses stared down a bitter landscape, seeming, not without bitterness, to have resolved to endure another year.”
I know officially we have a few days to go but t’is not true. Fall is here…