her days were a struggle between holding on and letting go          

timeless fashion

          sweet anticipation led to insomnia she rose before dawn and dressed in the dark            

in between the dark and the light

        “Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world” ~ John Muir      

then and now

      the colors seem to soften before turning all brown and rust and then the final fall. I will be posting a bit less now as the holidays approach. I just want to thank you for all your visits and for your wonderful support here, so very appreciated.  Wishing you all a wonderful weekend!  


AUTUMN The passion Is still flourishing in the branches Yellow funny and daring red The sun warms even in the days Where the fog Stubbornly in the morning From a distance A woodpecker knocks Impermanence Is the enemy of beauty ~ Kristian Goldmund Aumann journal of a nobody