Well Autumn is here and the leaves are just starting to change and the sunsets come much earlier at this time of year. There is something about that evening sky for it lends somethings with clarity within ones own eyes.
What a beautiful photo! This is truly a magical time of the year. Aside from the vibrant colors on the ground and in the trees ... the energy of the sky intrigues and thrills me to no end. Happy Autumn to you, my friend! :)
Maggie and the same to you I am tweaking my camera as your pictures of Autumn on a Sunday were all too nice. Actually it's the nicest I have seen. A most happy one to you.
The leaves have begun to change here, too, Jack! In fact, some trees are already a fire red, or bright orange. It's so beautiful to see these bursts of color between the sea of green!
I think that's due to the frost it seems that the parts of the East coast have had an early frost, whereas here we have not had it yet. Everything is still green here with a tad of yellow and this is that time of year that does bring about good writes. It's something about it. This season of Autumn.
TJ, I am just trying to get this new camera working properly as I went out this eve and took some picture as a secondary test but there were way too many cars, so I have to figure this thing out. The weekend seems to be a great time and thanks.
"To Autumn" by John Keats (who was born on my birthday, by the way!):
Ode to Autumn
SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, 5 And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; 10 For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; 15 Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; 20 Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,— While barrèd clouds bloom the soft-dying day 25 And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river-sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; 30 Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Well today the hi was 27c so it seems that the days now are going to get shorter but it's going to be a fine few weeks in comparison to what we would get.
gorgeous shot! love the sunsets!
ReplyDeleteYeah I just arrived home and on the weekend I will get more into this camera but Autumn is here and the sunsets do come much earlier...
ReplyDeleteIt's all good.
I always love autumn with the colourful falling leaves! (although here don't have..hihihi)
ReplyDeleteThis is that time of the year over here Silvia, but we seem to have an extended summer. For now at least.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful photo! This is truly a magical time of the year. Aside from the vibrant colors on the ground and in the trees ... the energy of the sky intrigues and thrills me to no end. Happy Autumn to you, my friend! :)
ReplyDeleteMaggie and the same to you I am tweaking my camera as your pictures of Autumn on a Sunday were all too nice. Actually it's the nicest I have seen.
ReplyDeleteA most happy one to you.
beautiful photo
ReplyDeleteCheryl, it's not perfect but within time I will figure this new camera out. But the sun does shine and the moon does...
ReplyDeleteThe leaves have begun to change here, too, Jack! In fact, some trees are already a fire red, or bright orange. It's so beautiful to see these bursts of color between the sea of green!
ReplyDeleteAnd by the way, that's a lovely sunset pic!
ReplyDeleteI think that's due to the frost it seems that the parts of the East coast have had an early frost, whereas here we have not had it yet. Everything is still green here with a tad of yellow and this is that time of year that does bring about good writes. It's something about it. This season of Autumn.
ReplyDeleteTJ, I am just trying to get this new camera working properly as I went out this eve and took some picture as a secondary test but there were way too many cars, so I have to figure this thing out. The weekend seems to be a great time and thanks.
ReplyDeletewow not fall here in Florida
ReplyDeletegood night and have a good tomorrow
"To Autumn" by John Keats (who was born on my birthday, by the way!):
ReplyDeleteOde to Autumn
SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, 5
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease; 10
For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; 15
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook; 20
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barrèd clouds bloom the soft-dying day 25
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river-sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; 30
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
The same to you Katya as your there in Florida but all the same a great tomorrow to you.
ReplyDeleteYour too kind Terri!
ReplyDeleteTHANK YOU
Oh bring back the summer lol
ReplyDeleteWell today the hi was 27c so it seems that the days now are going to get shorter but it's going to be a fine few weeks in comparison to what we would get.
ReplyDeletethat is great my bones work better in nice warm weather and winter is loooonnnggg lol
ReplyDeleteMine too! Not kidding! If only we could edit winter out! :)
ReplyDeleteIf only it wasn't followed by winter! Beautiful photo
ReplyDeleteDanni do you get winter there?
ReplyDeleteAhhhh ... Keats .... A wonderful piece of writing! Maikes me smile :)
ReplyDeleteSuch divine beauty! Thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteYour welcome.
ReplyDeleteYES MISSING THAT
ReplyDeleteDANNI IS FROM WISCONSIN TOO
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you it was taken the two nights ago Anders - right on our equinox eve.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful picture .This is my favorite time of the year and the sunsets couldn't be more beautiful.
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