The tired leaves of the summer-loving crepe myrtles are turning to vivid gold and red and falling softly to the surface of the deck. On those few precious minutes that I get to sit on my deck at the end of the day, the table is covered with the remnants of the bright pink petals that are now a dark red turning to brown and falling almost like a soft snow. The light reflecting off the buildings as I drive by them on the way home from work is becoming more golden. The air still feels soft with the remnants of summer heat but there is a little tiny edge to it of crispness that hasn't been there before. And the heavy rains, a much needed gift from Hurricane Fay, have cleaned the air of our normal haze and given it such clarity that I can see the north Georgia mountains from our office windows, high up on the 47th floor of our building.
Fall is coming. And soon. And I welcome it and mourn for summer at the same time. But change is natural, both in my life and in the seasons.
Joy Journal: A soft, cool breeze keeping me comfortable while sitting in the sun at lunch.
3 comments:
I'm so curious as to what you've done here with this beautiful leaf portrait.... is it a watercolor, or a fancy skill you have with photos.
And thank you for your heartfelt comments on my blog regarding me cutting hay- it meant so much to hear you say it was your favorite!
That leaf is absolutely beautiful, Ernie! I'm guessing it's a watercolor. If it's Photoshop, I'd love to know how to do that!
You have such a way with words too. Your writing is as lovely and evocative as your photography.
Shelley
Really cool--so soothing to look at.
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