A perfect autumn morning, calm lake waters, nebulous sky and silvery morning light,
drifting fog and reeds almost invisible in the day's embrace, maples reddening
and aspens going gold on the far
shore. The rocks and hills away in the distance were merely indistinct smudges on the horizon, but I
didn't need to see them or capture them with my lens. I remembered them
from other years, and I could see them in my mind's eye.
What more does one need on the trailing edge of a day on October's closing pages than this? A heron in the shallows would be grand, a loon or two calling from the center, a paddling of quackers or a skein of geese? Perhaps an eagle describing majestic circles in the sky overhead?
No, everything that matters is already here.
What more does one need on the trailing edge of a day on October's closing pages than this? A heron in the shallows would be grand, a loon or two calling from the center, a paddling of quackers or a skein of geese? Perhaps an eagle describing majestic circles in the sky overhead?
No, everything that matters is already here.
2 comments:
I really like this image...with close reflections as well as those afar.
"Everything that matters is already here." - Beautifully said... Thank you for the beauty of that phrase...
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