First Day of Autumn

The shadows do grow long as the earth turns it's axis away from the sun. I dare say not that summer is gone but her older - more wiser - sister has taken her place. The new year for school as we put our sweaters on and look to the edifice of higher knowledge.

Must it be that full glorious show of color makes a last hoorah for its soon barren branches will make way for the heavy load of snow that will soon lay upon it. We're serious now, putting our nose to the books and fall settles us down. Down to earth as the leaves do fall, colorless with no distractions at all. Like all good hoarders, we are preparing for the next season. We dig in tight and focus on what sacrifices we make now won't bear us the most fruit come next summer. So long angst solstice, autumnal equinox now here.

Ramblings

Grasses are one of the most under utilized decorative plant, and I must say one of the most beautiful. I don't want to be talking "nature channel" here. I just wanted to comment on it. I actually took this photo the other day, then I messed around with it a little. One could almost find something else in there, almost unrecognizable, just the texture and the simplicity is fabulous. That's why I love grasses. In fact, on another subject favorite smells cut grass is high on my list! It so reminds me of summer, when the grass has been dormant all winter, then springs rain flourishes quick the green. Growing taller we are doing nothing but taming it for the rest of summer. But especially, the first cut, and the smell is so green itself, earthy and warm ... that is the smell of summer. It's a marker that warm, carefree days are to come. That the sun will be there faithfully every day to warm and brown you. Crickets and frogs start creaking away as dragonflies search the sky.

Rain comes and you grow, sun comes and you grow and we are there to enjoy the soft blanket that lay beneath our feet, bare toes dig in to your coolness, soft underneath our sea of green. There is no more peaceful scene to me than that of rolling green hills and blue skies, nothing. An endless vast of grass would be what I'd like to see outside my windows. Now, neighbors electric blue paint is glowing and changing my light inside.

Corner of Sky

Down on fourth street today, I love the brick on this building, all messy. I guess when a view is hidden by another building ... stuck in between, it doesn't matter. Now that it's exposed, what does it say?
Been there a while.

More fall colors I see they call this tree liquid gold. I don't know why, mostly they turn red. Hmmmmmm, one of the most beautiful trees I have ever seen had yellow (gold) leaves. It was fall, early morning and there was a fog. I was driving along and all of a sudden out of the mist was this "light" glowing - not shining. It was as if the tree was illuminated from underneath. It's leaves were on the ground as well, bright yellow on green green grass. This helped with the upward illumination. I couldn't believe the beauty! I had to stop the car and get out. I walked under the tree and stood there as I felt I had to experience it. It was a moment, a once in a lifetime thing. It was so unreal it was magical. I wanted to stay there all day. I wanted to stop others to show them the beauty. Why was I the only one there to witness this event? I guess it was meant for me. I think that I should try to capture the momentous event in a painting. My words somehow just are not painting a picture and are not doing that tree moment justice. Soon. I still have yet to get on to painting. It has been a couple of years and I miss it terribly. I should surmise that my golden tree will be my first oil in quite some time. I shall look for other inspirational trees as well. Fall is upon us. Thank goodness.

Fall

It's here and showing, in little ways I notice. I didn't have much time to be outside today, no heliotherapy for me.
I got off this one shot and here it is. I also heard a great quote today that I wanted to add, and here it is:

"Write without thinking of the result in terms of a result, but think of the writing in terms of discovery, which is to say that creation must take place between the pen and the paper, not before in a thought or afterwards in a recasting... It will come if it is there
and if you will let it come."
~ Gertrude Stein

I had to share and without thinking I will continue this endeavor. Thinking is without action, it is cautious and inhibited. Doing - now there it is, create, let it flow and turn as the leaves do - change will happen, and it will be different before our eyes. There's more truth in doing than you know.

Gertrude has it pegged, what she didn't know is that it applies to all things, and not just writing. If you must think, then ponder that ... and you too will change.

Twisting

I got out today, rode the rays down and ped through the streets. Exercise and this is twisted. I took it upside down.

A massive tree looking as if it's growing upon itself, fighting for more room and who'll be first, like siblings twisting to reach the last morsel that's just an arms length away.
See they grow together and apart each reaching for their own way ... their own patch of sun.

Good enough, though tired, today is done and tomorrow is still nigh. There were lots of accomplishments and I enjoyed taking photographs. I always say, you get more done when you have lots to do.

And I do still before I rest, have things to attend to so, I say then good night and 'til the morning when we meet again.

Reflective

Why is it when we're with ourselves we seem more reflective, contemplative ... what do you think about when you're by yourself? Do you think about your day? Do you think about things you need to do? Things you should or should not have said? Oh well, as the night draws on and I'm thinking it's still Wednesday night but technically it's Thursday I realized I haven't fulfilled my daily posting. Since I haven't slept yet, I am counting today (so I haven't missed a day!) Now that we've got that straight.

Meanderings ... that's what I was first going to call this (taken) because that's what my mind does. It goes about from thought to thought, no sense really. I can get on a real create, I can be in another world and it only takes moments.

Sometimes whole poems come to me and I make them up as I go meandering.

Tis like thought streams effortlessly through forests and over the hills
down to a stream where I lay my head to dream.

Thoughts and flights of fancy
mirrored dreamlike in the water play rhapsody and there it goes
flowing down as a leaf which is taken by the current

This is my thought as I watch it go and I wonder where it will lite
Can you see the leaf? It's canoe-shape, brown with a slight curl
there's a drop of water that happened as it rushed pass the rocks
down a small incline and bit of rapid
That's how they go -- fast then slow -- vapid

Birch trees white bark stand slim and pure on shore, green grass and
forget-me-nots gentle the slope and there it is ... the quiet
peaceful place that my thoughts lay upon these and I am still.
This is my place and it welcomes me, eternal springs thought.
And I am eternal.

the onset

I've been wanting to do this for a while, but I didn't know what I wanted to call it. So, today is the day and I went to the dictionary (one of my favorite books). I opened it to a page and looked at the first word and here it is "heliotherapy" n. the treatment of disease by exposure to sunlight. I thought PERFECT! How better to treat what ails you than by going outside ...

I grabbed my camera and took this photo of me basking in the sunlight. I feel better already. This is a sort of experiment for me, an art project if you will. I decided today that I would take a photo every day for one year and post it on this blog. I want to see what I can come up with and thought that it's time to start documenting.

So it begins, day one.