Sunday, November 09, 2008

a tear for fall


I was flipping through my photographs taken during my dog walks this weekend. I particularly liked this one.


One of the last leaves on my Boston ivy during a brief bit of sunlight. Nice textures and color. And a bit of wistfulness.

8 comments:

Bob Mrotek said...

Steve,
It reminds me of the poem "Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost:

"Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay."

Cairelle said...

Beautiful picture, Steve... and I agree, so wistful.

Steve Cotton said...

Bob -- Nice poetic connection.

Cairelle -- Another fall almost at an end. When does Autumn hit New Orleans? I cannot really recall a true fall when I lived in Laredo.

Calypso said...

Steve -

Nicely done hombre!

jennifer rose said...

Learn these lyrics, because they'll serve you well in Mexico:

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods,
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde singing and crying:
"Valhalla I am coming!"

On we sweep,
With thrashing oar.
Our only goal will be the western shore.

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
Sultry fields of green,
Whispered tales of Gods,
Of how we calmed the tides of war,
We are your overlords.

On we sweep,
With thrashing oar.
Our only goal will be the western shore.

(BTW, it's the closing number at all of the really loud teenage parties here, too.)

glorv1 said...

I like that leaf and its beautiful color. Very nice.

Steve Cotton said...

John -- Why, thank you, sir!

Jennifer -- I will add it to my fading repertoire.

Cairelle said...

LOL! Autumn? What's that?

In all seriousness, I don't think we really have one, or maybe we're having it now? The weather is a bit chilly at 60 degrees; Bitty Bobb is in permanent sweater mode. There's no color change though, not like I've seen up north. What's funny is that next week, we could be in shorts again... and in shorts for Christmas as well.