variations on a cliché. A fall moment is highly stereotyped, yet richly complex.
Thank you for sharing this meaningful reflection. Your observations on moments of connection with nature are deeply moving. It's a reminder that, even in times of hardship, there is hope and beauty to be found in the world around us. Your photographs capture these moments of connection with nature in a truly special way.
This is lovely, Sydney, of course. I send warm greetings from my heart to yours. And I relate so well (as you know anyway) to parts of your story: obviously the homesteading, the observation of nature, and your wonderful sense of colour; but also, as you don't know, I saw my mum through Alzheimer's, and my dad through vascular dementia (at the same time, more or less). Hard hard times, and you write gracefully here about your last year.
This might not help, I don't know! - but did you know that the tree cuts off nourishment to the leaf in JULY in the northern hemisphere?? (I write about this and other treey things in my A Spell in the Forest book.)
This is beautiful Sydney. My father just passed away & I found your description of the dying leaves a beautiful metaphor for the last stages before death. ❤️
Beautiful photos and a very peaceful (for the soul and the mind) piece of writing. Thank you!
Nice! I think of stained glass a lot looking at fall leaves with light shining through.
Oh, I love going into the wild through your words, Sydney. Beautiful.
Beautiful words and pictures. Thank you for sharing this beautiful observation and message.