The change is here for sure. At the end of September, it always rains into the first week or so of October, then we get a last burst of sunny, cool in the morning, warm in the afternoon weather that might last until Thanksgiving.
But today, the clouds are low and there is a mist hanging in the river canyon. One would need a heart of stone to not be a poet these days.
The early mists swirl around red-barked trees as
white fingers of liquid cold rush over glistening stone beds.
the woods are made small by fog, bound and softened,
and the river god rises from the waters, a mist
brooding,
breaking watery bonds.
in its presence, all is diminished and hushed.
the rock spires and fallen trees, wet and touched by
I am letting go of things that keep me from moving forward~ my Dr said “Cathy do you think you need to go back into therapy “
~ I really like my Dr and I listened to her~ I kept thinking of what she said~
then I found a tape I had~ Emmett miller healing inter child within ~ I listened to this meditation and knew this is what I needed~ I became so relaxed I fell asleep .
So letting go of pass abuse issues and I found peace
I just love all the birds~especially the warbler ~thank you Karen ❤️
I loved your differentiation of "squawks." Down here in Florida, all of a sudden, there are flocks of small birds on every wire and in every tree! It's hard to determine what color they are against the bright-blue Fall sky. They all look black. It's like they arrived and checked in overnight, with just a stopover on their way through to South America, I would presume. But, boy, they love to announce their arrival! LOUD!! I think there's some insistence there, as in, "C'mon! Let's not be doggin' it! We're not supposed to be hanging out on Florida beaches! This isn't a vacation destination for us! We've got miles to go and time's a-wastin'!"
The change is here for sure. At the end of September, it always rains into the first week or so of October, then we get a last burst of sunny, cool in the morning, warm in the afternoon weather that might last until Thanksgiving.
But today, the clouds are low and there is a mist hanging in the river canyon. One would need a heart of stone to not be a poet these days.
The early mists swirl around red-barked trees as
white fingers of liquid cold rush over glistening stone beds.
the woods are made small by fog, bound and softened,
and the river god rises from the waters, a mist
brooding,
breaking watery bonds.
in its presence, all is diminished and hushed.
the rock spires and fallen trees, wet and touched by
tendrils of damp smoke.
delicate, inquisitive,
the river god caresses
and woos the somber woods.
That is so beautiful. Thank you!!
Your captures are so uplifting! I resonate with your take on the Fall Season in terms of letting go and coming together.
Thank you Jodie
I’m new here and looking for newsletters I love and I love this. Beautiful photography and I love nature and outdoors.
Welcome Cheryl and thank you so much!
Fall is always a challenging time for me. Your words are helping. I love all the bird photos as always.
I'm so glad, thank you Patti.
I am letting go of things that keep me from moving forward~ my Dr said “Cathy do you think you need to go back into therapy “
~ I really like my Dr and I listened to her~ I kept thinking of what she said~
then I found a tape I had~ Emmett miller healing inter child within ~ I listened to this meditation and knew this is what I needed~ I became so relaxed I fell asleep .
So letting go of pass abuse issues and I found peace
I just love all the birds~especially the warbler ~thank you Karen ❤️
I love this Catherine. Therapy takes energy too! Loving that inner self is definitely worth the effort.
Your photographic eye is delightful and I enjoyed the thread you strung here with your words. Thank you for sharing these journeys with us. 💞🙏💞
Thank you Patricia
I loved your differentiation of "squawks." Down here in Florida, all of a sudden, there are flocks of small birds on every wire and in every tree! It's hard to determine what color they are against the bright-blue Fall sky. They all look black. It's like they arrived and checked in overnight, with just a stopover on their way through to South America, I would presume. But, boy, they love to announce their arrival! LOUD!! I think there's some insistence there, as in, "C'mon! Let's not be doggin' it! We're not supposed to be hanging out on Florida beaches! This isn't a vacation destination for us! We've got miles to go and time's a-wastin'!"
Ha ha, those sound like blackbirds or grackles or the like and whoo boy are they noisy!
Lovely pictures… especially the warbler with his turned head❤️😍👍🙏
Thank you Sharon and Lauren
I loved that one, too!