Monday, October 12, 2009
I took these (arguably inadequate) images on my way to my friend Jeannette's for dinner on Saturday evening. It was a moody, autumn dusk. I could see my breath as I walked and the clouds were gathered ominously overhead.
The incomparable thing about living in a really northern climate, is that you get to see the splendour of seasonal change in high-relief. Trees go from summer green to fiery red or burnt yellow in the blink of an eye.
As I walked, I felt such gratitude for my numerous good fortunes, among them, access to beautiful food and warm shelter, for family, friends and health. The sun set and the chill rose; I smelled burning leaves and woodsmoke all around me. Those are the best smells in the world, I thought, as I walked - bundled - all along my way.