Sticking with the catalogue of photos from Septembers in the past, this one from 2009 would have been a fitting candidate for my series on Looking Down.
Puddle
Tag: Autumn
Fence
Last shot from our long walk last week. Another possibility for the haiku project.
Merry Christmas to those who celebrate!
Autumn Path
By this point we had a good idea where we were but not sure how far we had to go.
Frosty Lane
By this point on the walk (started a few posts ago), we were a little lost.
Tree-lined
Calligraphy
Yet another candidate for the haiku project, with a sense of emptiness in the vertically protruding branches and a kind of calligraphy, as well as a strong sense of the changing season.
Leaves on a wet black bough?
After we passed Dora’s Green we walked some country roads and public footpaths. Here’s another candidate image for my Ezra Pound haiku project.
Horse Frost
Shadowfrost
Dora’s Green
After we passed the stile seen at the bottom of the last picture posted, we passed into Dora’s Green, where the next several pictures were taken.
Arbor View
A few feet further along from the last post. The path is clearer now and we’ve descended a bit.
Valley View
The view from a high point on the footpath we were following. You can just make out the path ahead of us in the lower portion of the picture and the frost on the trees up ahead.
More Frosted Leaves
This time in black and white.
Autumn
We walked west of the University campus for a little over 5 miles one frosty morning. The next few days’ posts will document that walk.
Autumn Leaf
Haiku
Last leaves of Autumn
Against the clear, deep blue sky.
Brown melancholy.
The Frost Perched on the Town
Saw this and Joni Mitchell came to mind.
Frosty Autumn Leaves
Another thing I’m enjoying here is that the Autumn leaves are not all raked up – I can drag my feet through piles of brown leaves like I did as a kid. And they’re jewel-like when frosted.
Mu
Mu is the sign for empty, the answer to a famous koan. The line of empty branches has a certain calligraphic feel to it, I think.
They’ve Gone to Flowers, Everyone
