“That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country
where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly,
dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed
in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and
pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn
people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on
the empty walks sound like rain.”
~Ray Bradbury
I decided to do two versions. I really liked the way the plant in the color version looked with the shadows across from it, but it was late in the day, and the color was not photographing very well. So two versions it is! Both have a vibe all their own, so I just suppose it depends on mood. At the moment I am leaning toward black and white. I am in a quiet mood. Not depressed, just quiet. I am a bit weary. With the brewing war in the Middle East, a difficult summer has carried it's cruelty into Autumn. I dunno, maybe that was why Autumn gave me the gift of beginning early. The Autumn sun was beginning in the first week of August. We found 2 Snow geese at the Cosumnes River, Desmond road, but they shouldn't have been there for a couple months or so. Just stuff like that. Shrug. But here we are. A cruel middle east, and me missing my niece and nephew so much I can barely breathe. God I feel old. I guess that's why the shadows appealed to me so much. In both color and black & white. Both versions definitely say Autumn to me.
I am okay. Just weary.
