Eventually, over the coming weeks, the rest of the trees will finally get together and go out in in a grandly choreographed stage show of conflagrating colors, and a lot of us will feel strange bursts of happiness and euphoria as a result. Which is another way that Autumn trees are not like dying people. When human beings go out en masse, we don’t get those special feelings. I could probably revisit the bus comment here.
Wait. This was supposed to be a sweetly intended meditation on a newly entered Fall. It's getting away from me.
I honestly don’t have a segue from the previous paragraphs to this one, but if you follow O.T.I.S., then you know that my wife takes most of the pictures that I use. And that's been true of this site so far as well, with the big exception being the Halloween candy post. She has her standards, I guess, and Cap'n Crunch just doesn't meet them.
She's currently posting a series of her own pictures from Autumns past and present on her Tumblr page, With Love and Squalor, featuring all the Fall foliage, orange gourds, and spooky stuff that she can fit into her camera lens. So for those of you, like me, who are getting impatient for Mother Nature to come out of her dressing room, or if your state tree tends to the palm, cactus, or evergreen, then you have every reason to check it out. If you have a Tumblr account, feel free to follow her.
Anyway, here's some more Fall, courtesy of my wife. Or Autumn, I guess. I never know which one of those words to use. No other season has a synonym. Speaking of confusing, I just spent 10 minutes on Google and still can't figure out conclusively if a cactus is a tree...and for some reason I really don't want to take Joni Mitchell's word for it.
2 comments:
Beautiful and depressing. I was born and continue to live in the Tampa Bay area. It is my dream to live in New Hampshire and enjoy its beauty, history and even its creepiness. Okay its creepiness, history then beauty, hooray Halloween.
Here in England the trees started changing in August because the spring was so warm and dry. But the real colour is yet to come and when it does I think a trip to the Rock Cemetery in Nottingham is in order!
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