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praise

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Praise the light of late November,
the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones.
Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees;
though they are clothed in night, they do not
despair. Praise what little there’s left:
the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls,
shells, the architecture of trees. Praise the meadow
of dried weeds: yarrow, goldenrod, chicory,
the remains of summer. Praise the blue sky
that hasn’t cracked yet. Praise the sun slipping down
behind the beechnuts, praise the quilt of leaves
that covers the grass: Scarlet Oak, Sweet Gum,
Sugar Maple. Though darkness gathers, praise our crazy
fallen world; it’s all we have, and it’s never enough.

~ Barbara Crooker
Praise Song

So where did autumn go?  It seems to be slipping quietly by this year.  There was a beautiful wedding..but then there was a funeral.  The sweet and the bitter.

As I mentioned in my previous post, I am striving for authenticity in my images. This first photo was taken after nights of horrible insomnia..those circular thoughts going around and around in my head. Pushing myself out the door for some long walks in the woods seemed to help (I finally found some trails where hunting is not allowed), exploring and gathering what’s left of autumn, “our crazy fallen world”

There are projects left to finish, a few new ones in the works and a busy holiday season ahead.  One day at a time, as they say.

Grateful to have the whole family home soon.  I love when the house is full.  Will be busy feeding lots of hungry mouths…should sleep well this week.

Wishing all who celebrate, a very Happy Thanksgiving.

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autumn blew in

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sometimes my head spins from all the talk, the words,
the philosophy, the advice, the sermons..
sometimes I just want to get lost in photos

and that is all.

November’s last hurrah

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..and some Thanksgiving shenanigans

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sweater weather

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Each day you didn’t enjoy wasn’t yours:
You just got through it. Whatever you live
Without enjoying, you don’t live.
You don’t have to love or drink or smile.
The sun’s reflection in a puddle o water
Is enough, if it pleases you.
Happy those who, placing their delight
In slight things, are never deprived
Of each day’s natural fortune!

~ Ricardo Reis

visits to local farms (meeting a lovely Facebook contact , blogger and fellow photographer for the first time.  She recently wrote the most amazing post to her grandchildren), hiking in the woods, friends around a campfire and lots of comfort food.

the fall color was spotty and slow in arriving, perhaps due to the drought. But now it’s finally starting to pop.

listening to old Joni Mitchell albums fills me with melancholy and memories. Yes, I said albums…I am of that age.

falling in love with this photographer’s work. I discovered him through a friend. His images are poetry and his book – “Small Things in Silence” is a treasure.

And speaking of poetry..a beautiful and inspiring post by my gifted friend, Gigi.                    Of Worms and Wings and Other Sacred, Ordinary Things

Just received a date for our “John Singer Sargent Styled Shoot” exhibit. January 25th at The Bradley Estate. Perfect time as it will coincide with Sargent’s birthday month and an exhibit of his paintings at The Jewish Museum in NYC.  Interesting article here.  Will share more details soon.

and lastly, my nightly read  –

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by Molly Peacock.  Full of inspiration.  Nice to think that one can blossom late in life.

 I hold onto that hope.

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old. ~ Kafka

to rest, to lean, to dream

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“She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired.”

~ Virginia Woolf, “The Years”

such a busy week

I wish you all a restful and peaceful weekend