The remnants of the season past are still falling from the trees, but that icy undercurrent on the wind tells us the new one has already arrived…
autumn
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Be still…
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Grey sky, grey walls, grey clouds, grey buildings… I miss a world of greens, yellows, and reds.
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Goodbye Autumn… now the long, cold night really begins…
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It’s almost enough to make you dizzy!
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We watched the mists swirl through the branches, waiting for a break in the rain…
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In Autumn,
trees cry amber tears
as they remember
lighter days
warmer breeze
and hours lost
in the green.
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Autumn is for leaves, deep reds and deeper oranges, and everywhere change comes slithering by…
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We push open the cracked door, and listen to it complain as rusty hinges bite. The greenhouse is old, dusty; plants are spilling over their baskets reaching for the ground. After a few minutes, I look outside; the sky is gone. So are the hills and the trees, lost in a thick, damp fog.
It’s as though we have skipped a season, time moving faster outside than here with us. But that’s okay: I’m warm, I’m dry, and I’m with you.
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After 870 posts on this blog and counting, here is a first… a self-portrait. Having just discovered that I have a camera with built-in wifi, and having set a small challenge to myself and a group of friends, it’s exciting to be learning new things about photography, my own practice, and perhaps even myself…
Timothy Moss 