Autumn has a teasing paradoxical soul heaped with both gratitude and scorn, bountiful harvests of plenty and bereft fields littered with discarded misfits. Colourful and muted. It flirtatiously engages you with its vibrant reds and yellows and then grounds you with it's russet tones.
Autumn has a soulful melancholy lament when the frost-nipped wind is allowed to bellow and moan, bending the trees desperately trying to hold on to their youth. Brittle bone leaves rattle-cackle as they tumble on grey pavement. On the other hand, chilly cheeks and rosy lips nipped by the invitation from the brisk air remind us that there is life in its sharp eyed allure in its breath.
It's turning cold. Night drapes early, echoing a bluesy cadence. Stars shimmer a vibrant delight, flirting with harmonic blues. Inside, embers glow heat. Light flickers a welcome to cocoon under soft fleece, to sip tea, to sit close, to rediscover the meaning of growing old together.
Come in from the chill.......sit close with me by the fire. It's time to share a few secrets only spoken on a cold autumn night....Time to come inside to enjoy the comforts of cozy talk, red wool socks, of quiet love, of slow dancing. Let us celebrate life as this paradoxical season shifts into hibernation.
this week's Photo theme is "turning cold...." For more interpretations and variations, check out Carmi's blog right here!