Thursday, October 31, 2013

scanning the skies . . .

ferdinand hodler,   autumn evening 1892




this is the time of year when i begin to measure life in terms of the weather … the light … colour …

everything becomes that much more fragile, faded, tenuous.

life itself becomes something to be guarded, protected.

i scan the skies as i ride. hoping for some sort of intimation of what's next.

2 comments:

Linda Sue said...

Lovely! Yes, It is that season. Can not see what is around the corner.

steven said...

i figure snow. cold days, slushy days. deep snow days. days with next to no sunlight. days with blinding sunlight and star high skies . . .