close to the ground

the great holy golden dendrites

getting off the bike

when it's this beautiful in the morning, 

i get off my bike and walk for a while.

there's simply no sense in rushing!

a snowy yard duty

leaves

the golden path

riding home along the bike path through my city . . . .

frost petals

a frosty morning

hallowe'en

pumpkins my daughter and i carved for this evening . . . .

my daughter's . . . . 

my own . . . .

a snowy morning . . . .

alone with the autumn gold

sumac . . .

among the many incredible beauties of autumn . . . sumac begins early and lasts for so very long  . . .
golds, cadmium yellow, salmon pink, crimsons and even flickers of green . . . .

so much is unfolding . . .

riding in this morning . . . . 

feeling how

so much is unfolding.

feeling gratitude 

for all the challenges

and possibilities

being given to me . . . 

then home to read ancient japanese haiku . . . 

"a red leaf falls

showing off...

summer trees" 

issa

hope sometimes feels like this . . .

biking in 

 on a rainy morning . . . 

sumac leaves draped over a boulder . . . 

time beside the river, late october

time beside the river, watching leaves drift downstream . . . 

first run

my first run in over four years . . . . a five kilometre run through beautiful autumn scenery . . .

a break in the rain

time by the river between rain showers . . .

she shimmers

the golden tree

on the skin of the pond