change…

the colors are, this year, quite spectacular. But the wet, the rain, the wind, the dull light adds a dose of melancholia to the season. Maybe I need some of that light therapy? ☺️

once it starts…

entwined…

‘We welcome passion, for the mind is briefly let off duty.’ Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic’s Notebook, 1960

turning inward or outward…

This time of year tends to make me turn inward, even with the holidays. I imagine it is the lighting. I struggle to turn outward, to explore and keep the doldrums at bay. Photography, fishing and the outdoors help.

‘quiet’ Fall evening…

I was standing in my front yard, to snap a shot of the moon. The stars were out (been raining in Portland for weeks) and it was quiet from the sound of cars or barking dogs. I could hear waves of geese gliding in to the nearby pond…honking away as they descended. The nearby Brooklyn railroad yard offered the old time steam whistle blare into the night (that takes one back). A man quietly walked by with his dog. A pleasant evening.

 

obscured view…

It becomes difficult to see the beauty out there, beyond the dirt and grime of supposed reality. Group think is dangerous and lazy. Clear away the grime and see the beauty about you. Do your good deeds and be kind. 

 

late night…

sitting amongst the distant memories, the images of what was, not really sure of the present.