“And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?”
― Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan
Fall Colors
University of Texas at Dallas
Richardson, Texas
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Oblique Strategy: Revaluation (a warm feeling)
The trees along my drive to work have exploded into flame.
Their conflagration tinted according to their species from a sodium flame yellow, through orange, on to a deep blazing crimson.
Except for the cemetery, monocultured with live oaks, all their usual dark spinach.
I knew someone once, a long, long time ago. She said she liked the fall better than the spring. She liked the sense of foreboding, the knowledge that a cold storm was coming – the excitement of onrushing doom.
It took me decades to understand what she was talking about and how important it was.
gorgeous and haunting
Thanks for the kind comment!
I love it… I can’t wait to feel the cold wind and see the snowfall, even here in WV, USA. Nothing like when I lived way up North. But the bitter wind and storms still come. Mother Nature is amazing. Thank you for sharing!
Beautiful…👌👌
Thanks
love the vibrant colour
Thanks, I’m not sure what kind of tree that is.
I am SO enjoying your blog. It’s like traveling a path that looks familiar from the start, but takes me places I’ve not dared to go, willingly…and now I wonder why!
Thanks for the kind comment – it’s always nice to find someone that enjoys your work.
A beautiful interpretation .
Thanks!
You have a degree in chemistry? You should enjoy reading these books. The young protagonist employs heavy mention of chemical elements and more. https://writersblocknomore.com/2017/12/08/alan-bradley-books/ Plus, this author writes SO figuratively; my writing has improved simply by reading his work.
Thanks, have to take a look at these.