… that late afternoon light glowing through the last leaves still hanging.
Most trees have lost all their leaves, so those that still cling to the branches seem the most jubilant — the ones that won’t give up.
Finding this bridge of leaves over a street in Calistoga, California, was a special treat!
The “shiny” negative space in this photo imitates the leaves. That’s why I love this one.
This photo wasn’t from this fall. We had a dry summer and it seemed that the leaves were dull and boring compared to other years. I did enjoy one beautiful weekend in Connecticut with a group of friends from my hometown. We stayed at my daughter’s home for a long weekend, and the weather was perfect. We visited wineries and Newport and the beach and the casino and an apple festival. The leaves in CT were at their peak and surprised us all along Rte. 2 south of Hartford. We had a wonderful time, but it was over before I knew it. And I don’t think I thanked them enough for coming.
Yesterday was a beautiful day for a walk on the beach. I took a bag with me and went in search of white stones tumbled by the Atlantic. The stones on this beach are especially smooth and large. Each time I bent over to pick up a rock, I thought that this one was the whitest I had found. These are just some of my collection.
A chin carved from his mother’s wishes.
A brow shaped by his father’s worries.
First, obviously, one is not a photograph. It is a painting, called “The Gleaners” by Millet, of women collecting the remaining wheat after harvest. It was painted around the 1850s.
Second, I didn’t take the photo. It was taken by my grandfather, and shows my family picking ears of corn that were left behind after corn picking. They, too, are gleaning. It is the 1950s.
In memory, the painting was on our porch wall.
I’m struck by the similarities of the two images almost 100 years apart.
And how women bend at the waist.
And how the earth provides.