the robins are flocking and feasting on the last of the crabapples.
the landscape is full...
of edges and layers,
of stark patterns and muted hues
and the play of light and weather.
the foggy air is so full that it glistens on the boughs.
today,
the orange tipped plow markers have been installed along the road
and the last of the corn stalks are being harvested.
it is oddly warm.
folks are saying, "snow, come friday"...
I love your poetic photos! These and the ones before (especially of the cat curled up) . . . .
ReplyDeleteLovely images and words as usual Karen.
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Lyn
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I'm still loving that fog:)
ReplyDeleteAh. . .must be VT again - lucky you!
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