Saturday, October 19, 2013

“That country where it is always turning late in the year. 
That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; 
where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and
 midnights stay. That country composed in the main of 
cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries 
faced away from the sun. That country whose people are 
autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people 
passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain.”

Ray Bradbury

The quotes present two views of autumn. The pond two
weeks ago, drained for the winter there were large numbers
of robins and a few ducks taking advantage of the food 
exposed by the expanse of mud this revealed.

"Though we have not yet had a frost, the chill of early
autumn has come into the house, perhaps in the tattered
carpet bags of the field mice moving into the the cellar for 
the winter. Falling leaves have begun to blow past the window,
the lovely yellow leaves of time."

                   Local Wonders
                                        Seasons in the Bohemian Alps

           Ted Kooser


WildBill said...

Ray Bradbury is one of my favorite writers. "Dandelion Wine" still is one of my favorite books.

The last photo of the bird in flight is spectacular. All the other photos are really good too!

Guy said...


Thanks Bill.


Kathie Brown said...

I love the bradbury quote. Your images are wonderful. As always, I love the magpie, and your photos are like dreams of a memory.