"A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air."
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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This is the season of flying geese. When they used to fly over and honk "hello" to us far below. And it was sad too because I would have to wait until spring when they came back, flying over in a "V" formation, calling, "hello" to everyone of us far below. There was a certain crispness in the air. Smells were different. Leaves crunched. It was a hurried time. The faint chill in the air meant old man winter was on his way again and we wondered how long he would hang around.
Your beautiful photograph reminded me of this and more. It is quite nice to see and even the large crane in the background looks like it is changing things for you too.
Thanks for the 75th birthday wish. I do so much appreciate it. God Bless.
so serene, it would be nice to spend few hours around the water!
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