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Rainy Day, Dream Away. September 28, 2008

Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, Uncategorized.
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Autumn in the Berkshires wears two faces.

There’s the crisp, cool face of brilliant stars viewed through dry air, hillsides of fire and ice, collars raised against stiff breezes, views which stretch past the near hills to the curved horizon.

And then there’s the pewter face of autumn, its hair beaded with droplets of mist, ruffled by driven fog, knee deep in earth tones, soaked to its bones, drawing in, getting its act together for the coming winter.

Today was that latter kind of day, drizzling, leaden, dark.

But somehow, it drew me out, closing the door quietly on my sleeping daughter and her sleeping fiancรฉ, coaxing my dying van injudiciously woodsward, along a washed out gravel road, winding up into the State Forest which so convincingly surrounds me that I surrender to it daily.

The roadside stream was flush with rain, not like the torrents of Spring, but rather filled to satisfaction, like a sated diner:

I rolled my pants up to my knees, took off my socks and waded into the water in my rubber shoes, a hill-town staple for gardeners, and began to notice the small things, the details, the reason I bought a camera.ย  The moss was loving this, the twilight of its existence, perhaps its final greening before the dessication of winter, before its retreat beneath a blanket of white:

The ferns were loving it, catching falling stars as fast as the overarching maples could cast them off:

Fungi leapt at the chance to produce one more batch of spores, please, just give us one more chance…

Even the stones were reveling in it, the wetness, the surface tension, the rightness of the rain:

The day stretched on, and my woodland stream, my gravel road led my astray, kept me out, delayed me from my Duties as Dad.

I’m Sorry, Elder Progeny, for the delay.ย  Sometimes I don’t know how long my journey will be; I only know that I have to make that journey.

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1. Sylvia Kirkwood - September 28, 2008

Your pictures and descriptions are beautiful! We all have journeys to make — some long, some short, but always necessary now and then.
Thank you!

2. dcup - September 28, 2008

Well, the pictures were definitely worth it. I hope E.P. will forgive you.

3. sherry - September 29, 2008

thank you.

4. The Pagan Sphinx - September 29, 2008

Beautiful. I miss the Berkshires.

Check my blog for birthday wishes!
Love,
Gina

5. Ed - September 29, 2008

Hello. I came here via The Pagan Sphinx. Beautiful photos, and happy birthday!

6. littlebangtheory - September 29, 2008

Well thank you, Gina, and hello Ed, welcome to my place!

Yes, I got a couple of good ones in that batch, despite (or perhaps because of) the weather.

7. The Pagan Sphinx - September 29, 2008

You’re too humble. The last one is so beautiful. I love it. You’re a REAL photographer, not a hack like me who depends on beautiful scenery and good light.

I hope you had a good day.

8. dianne - September 29, 2008

I lurk here a bit but I had to say Happy Birthday

So Happy Birthday ๐Ÿ™‚

Pagan told me

And I think both of you post amazing photographs

Peace

9. dcup - September 29, 2008

Happy birthday, Gorgeous!

10. Miz Lu(mena) - September 29, 2008

Ms. Gina, all photographers depend on beautiful scenery and good light. It’s all about what we do with it that makes the difference, and you’re right that Runt makes the best use of what he has available.

Many happy returns to the Runt on the Birthday, and I hope to see you around my campfire soon.

We are blessed even in the instance of the present circumstances, as dire as they are. They could be better, but we could be worse off. At least for now. Moment by moment,

love to all,

Miz Lu

11. littlebangtheory - September 29, 2008

Awww, shucks!   ๐Ÿ™‚

12. Steve - September 29, 2008

Dear Cunning Runt – I came from Pagan’s place, but I’ve been seeing you in comments here and there for weeks. Happy birthday.

You have a way with words AND the camera. I loved your description of the pewter face of autumn in the Berkshires. I’ve been there for that (backpacking) and a part of me will always be on the side of Bear Mountain, where I had to rise in a hurry in the wee hours and leave the tent. The temperature was in the thirties, I was in only my underwear, my backpacking buddy was sound asleep, and after I could take more leisure, and until I couldn’t stop the tremors, I stared at the nearly full moon over the top of the strange stunted pines and bear oaks. That afternoon had been one of those pewter faced days – the next two days of our trek were the other face. I loved it all.

Thanks for sharing!

13. littlebangtheory - September 29, 2008

dianne, Steve, welcome. If you got here via the Pagan Sphinx, you have good taste, so I’m especially pleased by your compliments!

The next couple of weeks will be what will pass for “peak color” this year, so hopefully I’ll break the Pewter Ceiling. ๐Ÿ˜‰

14. Jane R - September 30, 2008

Beautiful photos AND beautiful writing! Thank you and bless you! Actually, you are a blessing.

15. Bob - September 30, 2008

Happy Birthday (a day late), Cuz!!

Beautiful photoessay. As always. ๐Ÿ™‚


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