Full Moon time again. House filled with shadows. The moonlight streams into my conscience and plays havoc with my thoughts, jumps the nerves in my legs and keeps me awake. The moonbeams dance around the house until I am wide awake and sitting at my desk. Then they quickly hide behind some clouds and leave me alone in my office with a dark house, once again.
I light up my pipe, and pray for my pain to go away. Away...make me young again.
Fall is such a bittersweet season. Beautiful colors, frost warnings, and struggling flowers trying their best to produce just one more bloom before dying. I love the smell of fall especially the smell of a fall marsh.
Soon, all the colors will be hidden under the coming snow. The Little River will be filled with ice flows. The quiet marsh will be awaken with the sounds of ice flows pushing onto the banks of the river and pushing again the tides.
The fall migration of birds is all around me. Yellow rumped warblers hunt for bugs as they flutter around our deck, and the backyard. Juncos are returned for the fall/winter season. Cormorants are congregating in large groups and are having a grand eating festivals on the Merrimack River.
They will be going south soon.
First snowy owl of the season has been sighted on Plum Island.
I walk with my camera and catch colors, textures, and shapes. It gives me such pleasure to be out with my camera. My new years resolution will be to fill time with immersing myself into discovery of new and wonderful ways to take photographs, new techniques, and new showing.
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