Landscapes of Identity: Thanksgiving

After a day of rain the morning greeted us with a golden sunrise. Jennie, who awoke in the night, said the moonless sky had been awash in stars. Now the wind, blowing briskly from the north, rustles the leaves that remain on the oaks and pushes choppy waves across the water.

I had intended to grab my camera and go out early while the sunlight retained a warm glow, even going so far as to ask whether others might wish to go with me. Now the light has turned a winter white, washing the color from the landscape. Between the flat light and the cold breeze I’ve lost the drive to actually be outside. Continue reading

Landscapes of Identity: Ancestors

A ragged sky greeted us this time change altered morning.  While days and, especially, nights remain well above climate norms, the extreme warmth of the past two months appears to be behind us.  After last weekends extreme storms, across the landscape autumn moves quietly towards winter, the trees stripped of leaves and each day’s temperatures trending downward. Continue reading

Landscapes of Identity, Part One

This morning we are greeted by thick cloud; this following evening rain. Yesterday we experienced another record warm afternoon, an all too frequent event this long autumn. One of the side effects of this protracted warmth is the allergy season has been unusually severe.

I’ve taken to wearing suspenders! Looking in the mirror this morning I had to laugh, as my reflection showed a New England farmer sans pitchfork. I like it! Continue reading