We took a 30 minute drive to a nearby park with a lake just before Thanksgiving. We knew that walking will burn calories. The autumn was at its peak and the afternoon was still warm.
The area was not quiet as about four young children were off from school for the holidays and enjoying freedom in a place where they can be children and do not have to use their "inside voice". But the noise was a joyful background rather than annoyance. They soon disappeared to the rim of the dam.
This was the same walk where we encountered the hunting blind with the scattered corn that I posted on my other blog. We took a new trail as the one around the lake is over 7 miles and we had only a few hours before dark.
Above we are at the berm of the dam. This is a bit of manmade beauty meeting nature.
I did look down every once in awhile and found many jewels for the camera's lense and I will share one below.
These days are too few and too short but I am in a pensive, placid, and empty mode in my life and seem to be able to absorb it all to fill me up. I do not miss the busyness of success, whatever that is, and accomplishments, of which I have had a few.
Fall is noisy and crunchy scattered like butter brickle across the pan of earth.
Fall is the song of crickets belying a firm daring soon to be buried in snow.
Fall is that older friendship that takes you to the attic for a fuzzy plaid throw.
Fall is the angle of sun catching another oblique to show forgotten shape.
Fall is shivers of thought and the respite in reflection before a scalloped landscape. Fall is careless and fickle shoving its changes such that you can barely foresee.
Fall is a quick reminder that the year is near behind and you are in act three.
A few days ago, camera in hand, I headed across the yard for a break from housecleaning. A shadow crossed my path and I looked up and just a short distance away, this is what I saw in the clear autumn skies.