A Gift
“I hope I can be the autumn leaf, who looked at the sky and lived. And when it was time to leave, gracefully it knew life was a gift.” — Unknown
We left Oswego, New York, and enjoyed the scenic backroads for two and a half days. Our journey took us south-southwest through New York into Pennsylvania, then south-southeast through West Virginia and Maryland to Virginia, near Richmond. Finally, we headed west-southwest toward our home in Charlotte, North Carolina. Somewhat strangely, autumn colors were only beginning…
After arriving in Vermont on a rainy afternoon, the following day was partly cloudy with much-welcomed sunshine. We enjoyed slow drives along Vermont’s tree-lined, curvy mountain roads, scenic routes, and dirt backroads. We had planned several days to explore the Vermont foliage, and our friends there told us that this year was one of the…
“Magnificent Autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds. He comes not like a hermit, clad in gray. But he comes like a warrior, with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent…” ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow https://meanderingpassage.com//wp-content/uploads/images/2020/11/EBM-20201110124708frm.jpg Magnificent Autumn This image, 1120.3, and previously published image 1120.2…
I made the above autumn photo along the Rocky River* from a boardwalk overlook at Pharr Mill Park, Harrisburg, North Carolina, on November 10th. After heavy area rains on Thursday, November 12th, I returned to the park on November 13th. But floodwaters…
https://meanderingpassage.com//wp-content/uploads/images/2020/11/EBM-20201110130116frm.jpg “I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.” ― Wendy Delsol, Stork