62: Wind, water, sky, and earth


We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.

~ Thornton Wilder


Today is a gift.  Every day is a gift, of course, but today feels special.  I’m not sure why.  There is something in the air.  A shift.  A transformation.

(Above and below.)

The temperature has been dropping since I rolled out of bed this morning.  The wind is singing.  Clouds are being whisked away as the sun takes over the sky.

(Ripples and sunlight, dried flowers in the wind.)

The leaves on the ground are no longer crispy and crunchy.  I can walk silently through the woods and under the trees as I make my way around the pond.  We had rain last night.  It must have followed the bright flash of lightning and big boom of thunder that woke us from our dreams in the middle of the night.

(The creek and lines in the woods.)

Few leaves are left on any of the trees, just a stubborn straggler here and there trying to hold on as the wind tries to force it to let go.  The sugar maples in the neighbor’s yard which were full of color yesterday now have a carpet of yellows, reds, and oranges at their feet.  The neighbor will probably rake them up.  I never saw much sense in that when you’re living out in the country.  Or in the suburbs for that matter.  Why not leave them or mulch them on the lawn to feed the grass?

(Peering through the rushes.)

It will snow soon.  Not today.  Not tomorrow.  But before the week is out.

(Today’s view of the pond from the front of the property.)

16 Comments on “62: Wind, water, sky, and earth”

  1. Karma says:

    Your photos today seem to be foreshadowing the season to come. I’m feeling your shift through your words and shots. We’ve had yet another day of unseasonable warmth (52 degree at 7am today!), but like what goes up, always coming down, the cold will surely be blowing in.

  2. Brian says:

    So peaceful and relaxing. Too cold… but peaceful.

  3. Bo Mackison says:

    Looks like your neck of the woods is ready for winter…brrrr!

  4. Marianne says:

    I love the quote, Robin. Alive when we know our hearts treasures. I’ve been searching for my treasure for most of my life. I think I’m finally figuring it out. Better late than never, maybe.

    Beautiful photos! I love that pond view. I’m imagining being there. It seems so tranquil.

  5. Kala says:

    Beautiful perspective in “Peering through the rushes.” Winter is about to set in I think.

  6. ladyfi says:

    Wonderfully lyrical! Winter is on its way with all that promise of snow!

  7. penpusherpen says:

    ever changing nature, I think that’s the reason for a shifting feeling, and as you say, the transformation is alive in the air…Autumn triggering Winter, the cycle continues..
    Lovely photo’s, a Pleasure to view…Thank you….xPenx

  8. Anna says:

    Great photos, and I especially like the above and below captures. And wonderful writing to go with, Robin… poetic. Lovely where you live.

    Have a happy and safe Thanksgiving! 🙂

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