Remembering spring. Well it’s the same every year: at the latest in January I feel so bored of the winter and wish that spring would come immediately. That’s silly I know, but I’m definitely not the winter type. So well, a least a summer shot. ;-)
More from the woods. Leaves are falling quickly now. Guess the indian summer won’t last long. Was short but nice this year.
The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.
– William Blake
The last ones…
In this Autumn of the year there be image
Pictorial earthtone’s…..the artist’s nirvana
Flecks of shades….bleed into each spray
Summer’s closure…..sets on the causway
– Frank James Ryan Jr.
Some more from todays autumnal woods.
Some autumnal scenes from today at dusk. Please click the Thumbnails for a larger size.
Autumn is really the best of the seasons; and I’m not sure that old age isn’t the best part of life. But of course, like autumn, it doesn’t last.