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Fall has started and has begun to show the early colors of the season in a few places here and there. Since taking the images on this post there have been some dramatic shifts as the leaves of a few maple trees have turned a vivid red. This will be the start of full blown Fall everywhere and it promises to draw a lot of visitors to Acadia Park. They are all welcome as it is simply a spectacular time of year and my hope is that many will go off the park loop road and spend time with what God is painting on the canvas of so many trees.
I trust that you as well will stop, pause and admire this Gift that comes for a few weeks each year.
Fringed Gentians 1.
In run-out ground in
coveys
They startle; here and
there
They put blue in italics
Where few stare.
On the bright edge of
meadows
When orchises2 have dried,
Where cranberries streak
carmine
They stand beside.
Tight sheathed,
fierce-single, wiry,
Going about to die
They undertake a color
To rock the sky.
Abbie
Husston Evans
1. Deep
blue flowers.
2. Flowers
having yellow, purple or sometimes spotted coloring.
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The Fall season begins.
Remember
the single leaf in Autumn thinking,
"How
alive and beautiful I am ! " True, and so full of self–denial.
Going
out in multi-colored glory is not for the dying to speak of,
Let
the living, open eyed, see the moment's finely dressed,
fragile elegance.
Bill L, 2007
The ferns are the first to die in Fall
offering a golden brown beauty
to the forest floor.
Reeds that change color from the bottom up,
brilliant reds rooted in water's surface -
An aberration?
No, simply the way our Creator wants it to be.
Summer green is most persistent saying,
"I am Spring and Summer's beauty,
and I will not leave on my time."
Fall, however, has its own clock.
The first leaf on this stem wanted to be first to show its inner loveliness -
Perhaps a prize was being offered to cross the finish line ahead of others.
The prize? My admiration of its beauty.
Even the lily pads have their endings,
allowing this frog to clothe itself with a golden ring.
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Here is an abstract that interested me.
Created from a rather drab photo in software.
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Let us not forget to look up
and see what the sky has to show
as we read the book of the season.
And let us not forget to look down
as the pages of the book of the ground are turned.
Jealous of the trees insects show what they can do with color.
(The next two photos were taken last week.)
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Some humor:
The eternal season of a never changing election cycle.
Until next post, peace,
Bill Lagerstrom
