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| Katie - 091912 |
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. - George Eliot
I love autumn. I fall in love with it every year. I lust for it when the first inklings of its approach become noticeable in August. I love the colors and light the most. They make me excited for the winter and the angular sunlight making everything look both dawn and dusk at the same time I love driving around the countryside a little too fast and watching the leaves swirl behind my car in the invisible air currents. I love that one of my earliest, and most favorite photo shoots took place in late November, in the hills outside of Berkeley. Katie was a super trouper leading the way to that magic spot to capture the glorious light.
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| Katie - 091912 |
I wonder where my soul-love for this time of year comes from. Part of it is the excitement of childhood and going to school with all new crayons, pencils and clothes. Another part is how beautiful Montana becomes in October. I should also acknowledge my Scandinavian ancestry a bit. I think that old blood of living in dark and long shadowed lands courses through me and makes me yearn for those beautiful moments. Maybe the turning of the leaves and shifting of the light turns me into a different beast much like a full moon does to the werewolf. Awwoooooo
At times I think I live through spring and summer so I can thrive in fall and winter. I feel more alive during this time. I know my own life is shifting from late summer into early fall. Maybe I am finally aging into my personal time where I feel most at home. I am not afraid of what my own fall and winter brings. I know the shadows will grow longer and the light more beautiful until everything becomes a shadow and night consumes me.
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| Katie 091912 |
What a beautiful, poetic post!
ReplyDeleteThe Fall of my own life cycle reinforces your idea that this season is one of the most deeply satisfying of a lifetime. I love my golden years, and I too am a child of Autumn. I was born in September, and my son and my mother were born in October. Sadly, both my parents also died in this season, but that seems to be what Fall embraces - first life to death - the bittersweet season. No spring or summer deceptions about eternal summertime. Fall is the season of what is basic and real.
I share your passion for this time of year. My granddaughter is due any day. She will join me as a child of the golden days and the nights of the full harvest moon.
Carla - I greatly appreciate your thoughts on this. You summed up my feelings so well with these nuggets. "...Fall embraces - first life to death - the bittersweet season. No spring or summer deceptions about eternal summertime. Fall is the season of what is basic and real." and "a child of the golden days and the nights of the full harvest moon."
DeleteI am relishing these beautiful days.
"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower."
ReplyDeleteAlbert Camus
I like the change of seasons. I have lived in areas where the change is minimal and much prefer my mid-west that has 4 distinct changes. The transition from one to the other is always wonderful. Letting go as each ends with the melancholy a lost love and then get the feel, the excitement of a new relationship as the next blooms before your eyes.
D.L. Wood
D.L. - Those are great thoughts on this seasonal topic. I appreciate how each season does have its own beautiful blooms.
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