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Stick Season
📷 Late Fall now, and the leaves just can’t be bothered…
Haven’t been as consistent with my morning walks lately. Haven’t been consistent with anything lately. Its hard when you don’t feel like you have crisp, defined edges. When you are fraying, frazzled, fried.
When you realize that the only thing that defines your shape, your edges, your form… is you. And what you do.
Well then. I guess I’ll have to get on doing it.
It was a nice, warm morning today. But since I’ve been out early like this, all of my favorite trees dropped their leaves. Gone is early autumn with its green grasses, unseasonably warm days, and golden trees. It is Stick Season now. I’m sorry, Maple. I was so exited for your leaves. I waited and watched and you were almost ready, and almost, and almost.
And today I see that I’ve missed it. It’s so easy to miss things. It’s easy to lose the most vital connection just by turning and leaving the room. Easy to forget the most important thing with a flick of the screen.
It’s also easy to catch things. I have to wait another year for Maple’s leaves. I’ll remember to catch one then.
📷 7:35am
Current Conditions 8:15am 49º Each day another tree or two drops all of its leaves at once when my back is turned, stretching their newly naked boughs with a sigh…
8:15am
📷 6:24am Renewing my commitment
Current Conditions 7:15am 48º The same temperature as when I left the house. As I left, in the sky I could see Orion’s belt and even his dagger. It was comfort in the cold. But the now approaching sun has warmed it up to a refreshing Chilly….
📷 6:57am This is more than enough for me….
Current Conditions 7:15am 55º Calm, cool with a not-unpleasant dampness in the air. Pale blue skies slowing fading in over cotton candy sunrise
Wouldn’t be a photo post of mine if there weren’t trees…
📷 6:51am Catching the world between sleeping breaths; that moment before everything starts again…
Turns out my camera is particularly ill-suited to capture the quality of light right before sunrise. Like a vampire not appearing on film, or the fae slipping out of frame right before the shutter clicks, maybe this is something not meant to be captured.
And yet I still make this record, snap these shots. But this is a record of my experience. And the record is not the experience. It will have to be enough for me to see this picture, and to remember. And for you to see it, and imagine.
Conditions, 7:15am: 49º Solid cloud cover but with some feathery streaks of leftover dawn. The true sunrise bleeds brightly along the horizon line like a wound seeping through the trees. Calm, wet air. Birds are waking up with morning vocal exercises. Squirrels stretch and warm up for their day of calisthenic mischief and larceny…
📷 7:11am
Left around 6:30am, which was a tad too late to be “ideal” but sunrises are getting later, so this is a problem that should solve itself…
📷 Looking westward, 6:51am
