Every year, I find myself reacting in the same way to the incandescent trees and foliage of October. I stand open mouthed and gaze at the swaying canopy over my head, marveling endlessly at the richness on display. There are times when I simply cannot believe my good fortune in being here to witness such an astonishing performance.Every single leaf and stem is amazing, and one drinks in the high vibrant colours like wine, becoming intoxicated by all the dancing red and russet and gold. The whirling ballet of the leaves in October is their last choreography, a crowning performance before they fall to earth and become earth themselves, the essential matter out of which new life will emerge next spring. The Old Wild Mother is dancing, and she is already dreaming of rest and regeneration.
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These are beautiful photos. I keep an image of you in my head, walking through the woods, focusing and snapping, a quiet smile on your face. Thank you once again for helping me stop the rushing around to listen and observe. That is a gift to me.
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As I was saying... I'm like you... each year I get the same sense of awe and amazement when I watch the leaves turn with the autumn! It's always a pleasure to stop by your blog.
How lovely your blog is.
Beautiful photos! Isn't autumn just the greatest? Southern Maine is not so bright - again this year.
Dance, Old Wild Mother, Dance.
Here you are again presenting the enchantment of vibrant autumn colours. What pleasures you give us!
Your photograph are rich with color and texture. Even though we've had beautiful color this fall, we have not seen many days with the vibrancy of those you posted.
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