07 December 2012
Let me know which you prefer and why.
As autumn moves with its own slow pace toward winter, there are plenty of opportunities to show Mother Nature’s abundance. Word Press’ Weekly Photo Challenge is an apt choice to show some of the alterations in the landscape. The most prevalent is the bare trees, readying for dormancy and quiet. But there also are sweeping vistas or tiny pockets that fill the eye with fallen leaves.
In the Lens section are two photographs that record this season’s ending. In two weeks winter will be ushered through our minds, even if the weather still flaunts its warmer side.
Photograph one portrays bare trees with a carpet of leaves on the forest floor. Those multi-colored layers will decompose and become golden nutrients. They not only represent the changing seasons, but also the gift of renewal.
Photograph two captures my grandchildren strolling through the White Clay Creek where the pathway is covered with leaves, thickly and triumphantly. Each footstep lights another view of this season’s silent beauty.
Fortunately, I live where the four seasons move with a cyclical grace–well, at least they did. Distant years were marked by weather-related surprises. Now we have forecasts that stir the senses. Still I swing back and forth between experiencing the day’s temps and knowing what to expect.
The coastline of the United States pushes Mother Nature from south to north and vice versus, bringing the possibilities of venturing within hours to other temps. While I may be enjoying the cool of autumn’s touch, the warmer more temperate air is alive at the tip of our most southern borders.
How easily we can change one season to the next. We jump on an airplane and escape winter for summer or summer for autumn.
This ability gives great power to humankind. But I remain in awe of Mother Nature’s who always bats last.
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