PIECES OF AUTUMN
Truth to tell, fall is not my favorite season. In fact, I don't really like it. There is something sad about the stillness, something that I think of as ( Windslow ) Homeresque. I cannot, though, deny it's beauty. Today, I think is the peak of the peak, golden colors everywhere and a bright, windless sky. The leaves will hang on until there is a bit of wind or they will just give up and fall to the ground as some have done. Tomorrow or the day after the cottonwood will again be those forlorn shaggy trees that they are destined to be for the next 8 years but for now, for today anyway, they did basque in golden glory.
PS Beloveds in city canyons and steaming in Singapore, these pictures are especially for you.