There was a time this old boat was proud and glorious as it floated across the water carrying people with poles and oars. As you walk past it you can hear the laughing of the people who once enjoyed it. The quiet times it bobbed up and down with water lapping its side while fisherman waited with baited patience for something to jump their line.
Now it floats in a different way. Along side of a large pond as a beach decoration. No longer is it seaworthy, but still able to to produce enjoyment for onlookers. You can not walk past it with out noticing it. How strong it still is, how beautiful not just wood and remains, but glory and honor filled with pride of the long service it had to people wanting to do something, to go for a quiet ride on a foggy fall morning. It is not just an old boat but instead a view to the past and where we can go.
Fall or autumn has officially entered my heart. I will get out more and willfully take cold air into my lungs. Being born in the fall has its benefits for a person like me. Everything I like happens at this time. Leaves turning gold and red, rustling, all around. Noise underfoot, my field jacket from Lands End, drinking coffee on the veranda in the remnants of the evening. I am not much of a Halloween fan, but the grandkids are and they will run from door to door to get the goodies, they will only partially eat. It is the hunt that is important not the goody you get. Then the long haul to Thanksgiving and finally that weekend something will end fall for me. It used to be Marshall Fields (boy do I miss that place) holiday specials but now I must rely on the St. Charles Electric Light Parade.
The mood is different for me in the fall It calls upon me to be happier and to get more things done. I can see things that I can not see at the other times of the year. People will tell you that I get a little darker but I actually think I just get a little deeper than in “Normal” time. It is true I was born in November so perhaps I am a little more likened to the time because it is my birth time. Who really knows, I do like the fact that my grandson finds the time to enjoy the season also. No, he is not helping to pile the leaves, he is playing in them and is building a bigger pile to jump into. I remember when I was his age and my kindergarten teacher took us out for a fall walk around Washington School in Champaign, Illinois. The park seemed like a large forest at the time and I remember her telling us to kick the leaves as we walked so we could hear what the leaves have to say. I still kick the leaves to this day. I also stop and let the trees talk to me. Sometimes they tell me what and where to take the photographs that I want to capture.
Taken from my apartment window when I lived in Franklin MA. Although the trees have a certain starkness, I felt a certain warmth as if I belonged to the forest I lived in. I used my Nikon 8008s for this shot. The lens was a a zoom set at 35mm. The scene only lasted a few weeks and then it was gone. Every morning when I got up I looked out that window and I paused to see what I was feeling and how things were going. Of al the places I have lived I believe I liked that one the best. Life there was very centered and relaxing. It was only a townhouse but a very large and elegant one. My bedroom had a wood burning stove in it for warmth. It was very cool, and if I was going to stay there I was going to convert it to a Harmon pellet stove like the one we used in another house. It is so clean and warm, much better than the oil or gas heaters around.