I know I said that I would resume my original story in the next post (diagosis et al), but it is WAY too beautiful to talk about lung cancer today. I just got back from a quick hike through the woods, and I would like to share some photos. Fall is just revving up here, and I have been photographing the leaf litter, coincidently referred to as duff. I’ve already mentioned my looking down game. There is only one rule: no rearranging on my part. These are nature’s little vignettes.
Whereas many, maybe most people, concentrate on the scenery, I am attracted to the details. This helps prevent my tripping on things that lay at my feet, but I do whack my head a lot. I’ve often thought that I would eventually perish by being washed out to sea while in the act of beach-combing (that actually sounds rather lovely). I am also drawn to objects that are discarded. Qualifying discard includes trash (particularly weathered objects like beach glass) as well as flea market and thrift store finds. Nature has it’s own flotsam and jetsam: feathers, shells, dead insects, bones, fossils. You name it, I’ve found it. My looking down photos are simply another form of treasure hunting for me. They are also a reminder that there is beauty everywhere, often beneath our feet. Please enjoy this beautiful fall day with me.
Thanks for sharing..really beautiful…
Thanks for saying so…L
I want some of these blown up very large as wall art… the colors are so lovely!
Can I place an order for the one of the birch bark ? Wonderful pictures and the writing once again is inspiring
You’ve got it Amy. Love, L
I think of Sep 21, your prior blog entry day as renewal and hope, warm first days of Spring in Buenos Aires, Student’s day holiday.
I am glad that you didn’t block me for blog invasion. Now my name is mentioned, Guillermo means Williams, americans wanted something more familiar like Bill so I got the nickname Gil. Easier and nice eh?
In Argentinean slang means gullible dummy.
we are not alone, leaves in the wind.
Graceful Departure by Scott Scherr
I want an end like autumn leaves
That gracefully depart the tree.
A life beyond the edge of branch
My season reached, a freedom’s chance.
To drift upon a breeze refined
Descending toward my life’s design.
To welcome all these changes sown
From light received to splendor shown.
And when I’ve reached my place of rest
I hope my life, by then, shines best.
As I depart this withered shell
With peaceful colors chosen well.
http://www.helium.com/knowledge/271358-poetry-autumn-leaves 107 fall poems
Guillermo, I am charmed by your posts and would never think of blocking them. You always have something interesting to add. Take care, Linnea
I have been reading your blog for awhile now. I am inspired and I can only imagine the depth of your courage. I feel lucky that you have joined us at Sant Bani School. Same goes for Peter. He is great! I am sure I speak for our community that we are all here for you!
This is Priscilla, no? Thanks you for your kind comments and readership. We feel very lucky to be at Sant Bani. It is a great fit for Peter and his family!
Also–I believe that was your coat that I was wearing on friday–thank you–it really helped keep me from getting too chilled. Linnea