november changes
Now that all the leaves are gone and the region shades itself with browns and grays, I think about how so much can change in just one week...from the oak reds...
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_HFkOcaY0WjMp1taPV08aPAyjLQGnjPTAIjBRukCX95wXCxngPT24RtPNGfgC5CuC8GFmuc3LzNNuT5_RwqzOGbR7AJmzAaV8TQxgQhUOmFS4q0LTn8Od3-rRdeR5JQazbs4kt51UBf1V/s400/red+leaves.jpg)
...to the golden beauty of the maples...
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I'm reading Ellen Meloy's The Anthropology of Turquoise and in it, she explores how the body experiences color and constructs a connection to home; "Color is the first principle of Place." Color intoxicates the senses, makes suggestions to the nose, imprints upon memory, invokes emotion, beckons the touch, and fills the heart.
Here, I am surrounded by all manner of color: a riot of reds, browns, greens, yellows. The land where I choose to live is the full spectrum of nature's creation. Each season brings on a fresh palette of color...
....and soon, this will blanket the earth...
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_HFkOcaY0WjMp1taPV08aPAyjLQGnjPTAIjBRukCX95wXCxngPT24RtPNGfgC5CuC8GFmuc3LzNNuT5_RwqzOGbR7AJmzAaV8TQxgQhUOmFS4q0LTn8Od3-rRdeR5JQazbs4kt51UBf1V/s400/red+leaves.jpg)
...to the golden beauty of the maples...
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLSIyYQPgPUX-eWsVD_50cSSWL1e5fKuibM04ahMNlhjNNKjJc95B_R13hHRRrft0qBXovlQ08z3xrJoL33DuXjlPlnBMm51kUKxj2bDzK_3rPHYFZk9yP4Rnx1zx8fA1ofG-2giGqjR02/s400/golden+leaves.jpg)
I'm reading Ellen Meloy's The Anthropology of Turquoise and in it, she explores how the body experiences color and constructs a connection to home; "Color is the first principle of Place." Color intoxicates the senses, makes suggestions to the nose, imprints upon memory, invokes emotion, beckons the touch, and fills the heart.
Here, I am surrounded by all manner of color: a riot of reds, browns, greens, yellows. The land where I choose to live is the full spectrum of nature's creation. Each season brings on a fresh palette of color...
....and soon, this will blanket the earth...
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3mjwpRIzyhWb6HbyfsetUg0gc_gr93f2cSGGLPwcGdxr4R5XG9SS5X16xQP1vUvzLnQ_7Gv-V5txf5tenZ7_8UWtr5IeXZsmEOeHqVb1FNThkJ-LBMg1kDSm1Er1NNisAQXoKGQfLLEm/s400/winter+no+leaves_edited-1.jpg)
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