What a whacky time of year. Snow so bad my friends lost power and stayed with me for three nights; and then a day like today...that bright October weather . . . in—November? Car trouble today found me walking home from the mechanic's. They offered me a ride, but with the sun out and me perspiring because of too many layers, I decided to say no to the walk that would have brought me back to my computer screen way too soon. I needed to ramble, amble, dawdle, look. Plus I had my "granny" walking shoes on, too, so there was no excuse. Everywhere I see aesthetics of decay. The leaves, the weeds, the grasses all cracking and drooping not unlike this writer's fading body parts. I like to find beauty in last chapters so how appropriate it was to be walking by a cemetery today. Here are some of the scenes that struck me hard enough to take off my back pack and pull out the old digital. Enjoy. And remember, if you click on each photo you'll see a lot more detail.
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| It was that deep rust married to the peeling paint that got the camera moving from my purse to my hands. |
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| The gate to the long sleep. Inviting to some insomniacs. |
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| This looked like the kind of rabbit hole any imaginative person could slip down. |
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| I brought these dried beauties home and put them in a vase. I had just bought some fake greens for a vase at home but seeing the real thing, I knew I preferred nature's paint brush to sprayed plastic. |
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| I was sure all the snow was gone a week later, but there was a huge pile of it sitting in a Walgreen's parking lot. |
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