After the rain of the last few days finally stopped this morning, the sun came out in all its glory, bathing the autumn leaves in its light. It’s not unreasonable to say that these woods that surround this place were literally on fire with color, and I spent several long and glorious moments looking and looking and looking, and of course, taking photos so that the memory of all this grandeur would be with me long into the winter months. When the snow finally blankets the pond and the surrounding landscape, I’ll be able to open my files and bask in the color that, by that time, will most assuredly be a welcome sight.
For someone who loves nature, there is always a sense of urgency as one season slips slowly into another, as time has a way of rushing some of the more precious moments along and sometimes before I get a chance to appreciate them fully. But a love of nature demands attentiveness and patience to wait for those moments that are fleeting at best but that sparkle like gems in memory long after they’ve passed. Things change quickly in the woods at any time of year as all of the life processes going on wait for no one, and it is the sharp eye and the vigilant attitude that equip the viewer for the best performances.
No season ever disappoints. Spring arrives on the scene with the urgency of a new birth, while summer overwhelms with green lushness. Fall is the realization of an entire growing season’s fulfillment, and winter brings the curtain down, white and billowing across this northern world.
And I am here to see it all and have been since I was aware that I COULD see. Hopefully, I will continue to be for many more years, as well able to discern what, if anything, I’ve missed along this veritable walk of colors.