Tuesday, September 23, 2014

drunk on Autumn


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Sunday morning I woke to the woods wet by the nighttime rain. I had swept the deck the night before and I'm glad I did because it became the perfect spot for all the falling leaves.

It's hard for me to figure out how to capture the beautiful Autumn moments. I took so many pictures of the trees but I find myself drawn to all that had fallen to the ground, drunkenly landing anywhere and everywhere. My sights are lowered. Perhaps I'm seeking a sort of grounding, drawing my eyes away from the tops of trees to all the Autumn debris.

Autumn is the perfect time to take account of what we’ve done, what we didn’t do, and what we’d like to do next year. -- Author Unknown





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