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? ☺️
Archive for November, 2017
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Nov
17
change…
28
Nov
17
once it starts…
27
Nov
17
entwined…
‘We welcome passion, for the mind is briefly let off duty.’ Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic’s Notebook, 1960
26
Nov
17
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.
25
Nov
17
‘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.
24
Nov
17
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.
21
Nov
17
late night…
sitting amongst the distant memories, the images of what was, not really sure of the present.
20
Nov
17
twins descending…
into the garden.
18
Nov
17
seeking…
17
Nov
17
daydreamer…
“Now memories have an unusual way of coming back to you in the middle of a day.” Avijeet Das
