“Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another, but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons, a possession for all eternity.” –Oscar Wilde We had our first real snowfall of the season a few days ago. After the storm passed, I took a…… Continue reading Clash of Seasons
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Three Oak Leaves
Now that October is upon us, the leaves have started changing colors. I found these three Oak leaves along a walkway in Riverside Park near my home. While most of the leaves are still green in the area, you can see a hint of color hear and there. Soon enough the parks, woods, and forests…… Continue reading Three Oak Leaves
A Bird in the Hand
This is my take on the old saying “A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.” Which, to me, means it is better to see and appreciate what you have rather than think about and worry about what you do not. Shot with my son’s wooden blue-feathered bird friend in the palm of…… Continue reading A Bird in the Hand
Lamp-Lite Motel
This is the Lamp-Lite Motel (or at least the sign) along US 51 in Portage, Wisconsin. Now, I have to say up front, I’ve done just a wee bit of work on this one (see below). Taken in June of last year and finally processed today, I was driving toward Baraboo looking for a particular…… Continue reading Lamp-Lite Motel
Backyard Leaves
“As fall the light autumnal leaves, one still the other following, till the bough strews all its honors on the earth below.” –Dante Alighieri A carpet of fallen Maple leaves cover the ground in our backyard. Day 47 of my 365 photo a day project.
One Leaf, Two Leaf
I found this pair of leaves on a rain soaked park bench exactly this way – laying on one other in relative symmetry. While I did a lot of post-processing, Mother Nature certainly did quite a bit of the set up for me. I only had to slow down and look around to see it.…… Continue reading One Leaf, Two Leaf
I Miss You Most of All
“The falling leaves drift by my window The falling leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song But I miss you most of all, my darling When autumn leaves…… Continue reading I Miss You Most of All