Noone can take this...
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Sunset. A paved walking trail. Lines of snow on either side. Power lines overhead connect tall pylons to the right of the trail. Rose sky dead ahead, pale yellow over the trees on the left, blue sky overhead.
A walk at my favorite time if day brought a little peace and balance after this day of rage and sorrow.
Winter has the best skies.
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What’s making me happy today: my favorite watercolor yet.
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Twilight scene of walking path on left, long wind-ruffled puddle in the middle, trees to the right. Cloud blustered sky overhead. There’s a power line running overhead along the trail, and a supporting stanchion in mid-photo, and a condo unit behind that.
Sunset. V-shaped clouds overhead. Orange beneath them. Trees below.
Afternoon walk, post storm. ≈30 mph wind gusts. Temp dropped 6° in 30 min.
And there was this.
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A single large tree, foreground is high grass & weeds with fallen autumn leaves. In the center of the lower third are a series of bright pinkish red stems; these are the plant that caught my eye. In the background, more brush, more distant trees. Behind that is a band of hazy medium blue that is the trees on a ridge across a shallow wide valley; above that is the sky, which here looks a little yellowish because that part of the photo is overexposed from looking almost directly into the early morning sun.
A row of bare trees; the recently fallen reddish leaves (many red oaks among them) cover much of the ground. The early morning sun shines through in the upper right, making strong diagonal shadows. The edge of a macadam drive (partly covered in moss) runs at a slight angle up part of the left margin.
From the morning walk. The sun picked out the red arc of a small Rubus phoenicolasius. Grew up calling these wild raspberry; locals nowadays mostly call them wineberry.
It was merely the brightest of the reds =/- 90 min after sunup.
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Large clump of reddish brown ornamental grass. Argyll’s head and shoulders appear at lower left. Trees in the upper background, grass in the middle, and various bright green weeds populate the ground at the lower edge.
Detail of the same clump of grass with the seed heads more visibleo.
From the morning walk. Ornamental grasses don’t generally wow me, but overnight soaking rain made this planting shine.
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From the morning walk. Turn the sound up and listen to the birds. The Merlin app ID'd cedar waxwing along with the tufted titmouse, cardinal, and robin that I could pick out.
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Vivid orange sunset. A single tree is silhouetted by the color on the left side, and some branches on a tree reach in from the upper right edge. The color fades into periwinkle toward the top.
Winter color
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A sky of sulky clouds: a giant prehistoric bird pecks an orca while a bluebird turns into a crocodile. On the lip of the horizon, a patch of dried
Betadyne.
Sunrise in 40 minutes
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Glowing embers lie shallow on horizon’s newly bared limbs. They emit no warmth, yet the copper moon floats above them, all but done and feather light.
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An early winter landscape: cloudy sky in blue, grey, and white, with hints of purple. A line of dark brown and deep grey bare trees extends through the middle of the shot. Tan grasses and standing dried field corn take up the middle, just below and to the right of the trees. And in the lower left, the surprisingly bright green of grass that doesn't die back in winter. Lower left corner has some kind of reddish brown which seems to be a pile of leaves that have collected in a dip in the ground.
Winter colors have arrived.
From our walk last Wednesday afternoon. (I like walking in the early morning, but on cold & windy mornings I wait till it warms up a bit.)
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A large sycamore. The bark peels in late summer & early fall, leaving many of its limbs with smooth white skin that reflects the sun. It’s doing that here. There is cloud cover behind its upper half, and blue sky across the middle, then streaky clouds lower down. Beneath the last large limb on the right side of the tree is a line of more distant trees with bare branches.
The sycamore’s glory is its winter bark.
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A pole with 3 old RR signal lights. The top 2 are round; the bottom one is oval and has vines hanging from it. Behind them is an overpass for a major local road.
Yesterday Argyll & I used a trail converted from a RR line.
I call these “The Watchers by the Way”, and have observed them over many years. Currently bearded by vines & sometimes defaced by graffiti, they stand and watch no matter what.
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Three very dark brown, nearly black acorns from a chestnut oak. The one on the left still has the hull on the stem end. The background is textured because IIRC I found the acorns on a section of cement sidewalk.
No walk today because a dear friend I've not seen in a dozen years was in town. Here's a photo from 2021 of acorns from a chestnut oak. I adore chestnut oaks for their alligator-like bark and these dark, dark acorns.
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Autumn gold leaves on the trees lining a rails-to-trails walking path. Ahead (in the center just above the midline of the photo) is an underpass under a major local roadway. There’s a board fence in the right foreground, and the grey gravel/grit down the center is the trail surface.
I had an early morning thing, so Argyll & I walked at noon, on this trail, converted from an old RR line.
These are the kinds of things gvts do that build community.
Community= beauty, and
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Lichen covered tree root. Tree trunk is at the left of the shot, and thre root emerges to the right, ending in a large knot that resemble the bulge of eyebrows on a mythical creature. There are mauve oak leaves covering the ground, and some green grass showing through. A scrim of trees in the back edge of the field of view are half denuded of their leaves.
Another view of the same tree root, this time a few feet away from its end, looking up its length. The root has a sort of snub "nose" to go with its prominent "eyebrows". The ground makes a small hillock around the base of the trunk, which rises in the middle of the shot. The ground is thick with fallen oak leaves, in shades of pink and purple
I love this oak tree root from my church's grounds. Like a growing gargoyle, eying the labyrinth. Photo is from last Thursday, after the deluge but before the wind.
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Tall oak tree on the left turning a color halfway between maroon and chocolate. A macadam walk leads straight ahead, then branches to the left in front of the oak, while the main part goes straight for a bit then bends left around the church carillon tower. The tower is visible in the center of the photo, behind the branches of the oak tree. To the right of the tower the peaked roof of the main church is visible, and below and to the right of that is the choir room, partly hidden by the leaves and branches of another oak.
No walk this morning owing to a coastal low bringing sideways rain. When it began to clear, we happened to be at my church, so wandered the grounds.
The trees have dressed up to match the building.
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A fallen tree's roots, seen from the bottom. Not sure what kind of tree--the stand is mostly oak and beech. The lighter wedge at roughly the 5 o'clock position is embedded stone. It's a very rocky area.
Yesterday's walk.
Deep roots.
Deep roots persist, even when they break and fail.
Even as they decay, they support other life.
Persist.
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Old hand operated water pump in the woods.
Closeup of the handle: "The F.E. Myers & Bro. Co."
Found this on today's walk, just past the edge of the current camping area in my local state park. Handle says "The F. E. Myers & Bro Co". Well-designed machinery--humans working together with nature to improve life--is its own beauty
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Autumn scene. The grass has turned golden brown, partly because of the light of the newly risen sun. There's a large tree on the horizon that is orange gold at the top, and still green at the bottom. To its left & right are smaller trees that are already gold, and a few trunks without leaves. The ground slopes substantially from the left to the right. there was frost, and I think it's visible on the grass in the shadow at the foreground.
Today was a very short walk, thanks to a car crash blocking the tiny (±130 yr old) RR underpass on the road I needed. So here's a view from Saturday.
It was visioning day at my church. Beauty is here for those who seek. So is clarity.
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The first beams of morning sun catch a row of trees in autumn orange and red
On the way to the morning walk, 20 min after sunrise, and about 90 seconds after the sun cleared the tips of the trees on the ridge behind me.
Finding beauty is a combo of looking and luck.
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Weathered rock exposed by an old RR cut. There are small bits of disintegrating rock caught in pockets, a few leaves lying on the surface, some moss growing diagonally in the center right. The folds of rock run from upper left toward lower right.
From the morning walk. Rock is everywhere in my state, and I never tire of looking at it. I love this formation--visible because it lies along what was once a RR line--for its tree-bark-like texture.
We stand on rock.
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Argyll to the left, with her ears up and back, listening. And her shadow cast by the morning sun.
The morning walk. It’s that beautiful season when the shadows get long.
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Striking red of a dogwood tree with a bigger, different and still green (tinged a little with gold) behind it.
I'm pretty sure this is a native dogwood. Natives are under stress because of disease, so lots of people plant Kousa, but they aren't what evolved to live here.
Which makes me think about how America evolved to live in democracy.
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Bright red leaves on a black gum tree. If I expand the image I can see clusters of blue fruits amid the red. The tree trunk angles in from the right edge of the photo toward the far right of the photo's top
From the morning walk. I love black gum trees' waxy leaves and bright red Octobers. Somehow I'd never noticed the blueberry like fruit before. I plead the fact that I usually saw them in marshes or on t'other side of the bayou.
Shine bright where you are.
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Cascading flowers of a 5' tall New England aster.
From yesterday morning's walk, because today was blustery and overcast.
I adore New England aster. This one was more than 5' tall, and leaning over the fence to say hello. Amazing, for a plant that dies back each winter.
Keep growing where we are.
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The base of a beech tree. There are scars near the leaves next to the roots, fallen leaves on the ground. Behind the beech are some green leaves from other brush and trees, beginning to go a little gold with fall.
From the morning walk. Beeches wear their experience in plain sight, which is one of the many reasons I love them so much.
Endurance.
History.
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Moss covered base of a tree.
From the morning walk. I love looking at tree bark and tree roots.
Endurance!
Moss on the north east side reminds me of the Underground railroad.
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