fog walker

“The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.” – Goethe

Sunday drive

on a crisp, golden afternoon racing to catch the light as  the days grow shorter

up in the air

    How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, River and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside– Till I look down on the garden green, Down…

a good day…

      for raking leaves and by the looks of it I’ll be raking through November!

into the woods

on a cloudy day in October    “A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air. ” ~Eric Sloane