The rare moment is not the moment when there is something worth looking at, but the moment when we are capable of seeing.
Joseph Wood Krutch
color eludes my eyes
the dormant grass, the bare trees,
the tangle of fallen branches and leaves.
it is all - all one giant mess,
confusing my sight-
and yet there you stand,
nearly hidden
in brown and white;
just like another branch=
before me.
standing tall and (nearly) straight, the bare trees
a rain drop lingers on the surface of a puddle…reflecting
The messy reflection of barren things in the fen waters (Johnsons Shut-Ins State Park, MO)
a nest that fell on the stone path (Johnsons Shut-Ins State Park, MO)
a mass of volcanic rock, slowly etched and worn by a river finding its way through (Johnsons Shut-Ins State Park, MO)
There is a sense of patient waiting in the gray skies, bare trees, and dormant fields.
The days are short,
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
John Updike
I have been thinking about beauty in late fall - mainly whether or not there is any. In the U.S., in the Midwest, it can be very gray, cold and wet this time of year. Everything seems to be the same dull brown or gray. I struggle to find something colorful to photograph - a rare blue sky, a bright berry, a bird, a sunset…but then I thought, why struggle? Why not try to see beauty in this season as it is? It is a darker kind of beauty, a melancholy beauty; but still worth the effort of seeing.
Thank you so much for being here. I will see you next week!
