Wednesday, October 12, 2011

How beautifully leaves grow old.

How beautifully leaves grow old.  How full of light and color are their last days.  
~John Burroughs
Saying goodbye to a dear uncle.  And summer. 


  1. Ah, dreamy photos. Thanks for posting. People could learn a lesson from the leaves....

  2. Thanks to both of your for visiting!

  3. As one image merged into the next, I found myself transported into a time of golden oasis, of coppery greens, of steely slate blues. Until I arrived at the fifth image. Then my breath caught deep inside my chest and the journey was stilled. I was in awe and in splendor. In the final image, I fell to the earth, kissed its landscape and prayed that I might just hold these glorious visions before my eyes, when at last I draw my final breath - when at last, I'm finally on my way home.

    "I won't miss you" I'll say, with the very last of me. Because you never leave me. And never will.


  4. Nor will you leave me. Ever. I clutch your words to me like a life saver then push off into universe knowing they will keep me afloat and ultimately they will save me. ;)