Thursday, September 3, 2009

Looking Up

With September's arrival, Bend, Oregon, like so many other places, shows early signs of the approaching new season. Cool, moist coastal air edges its way inland over the Cascades to bring the high desert picture-ready, mutable skies. In the early evening light, this barely visible, totally quiet, dusty path, once filled with fresh wildflowers and brilliant leaves, is ideal for reverie. It is easy to disappear in memories of the past or to ponder the complexities of the present. It is the unexpected freshet that portends the taking of long pants, shoes, windbreakers, sweaters, and sweatshirts from the closet and gently directs thoughts forward. The breeze reminds of school, football and the World Series. It recalls colorful leaves and softened ground with sky-reflected puddles. The time is near when nature's lovesong assumes again its Autumn melody.


B SQUARED said...

It's coming, like freight train here in Michigan.

Jacob said...

I like "mutable." That sky looks like cotton puffs. One of the reasons we moved to Ocala from South Florida is to experience again a bit of a change of we look forward to Autumn also...and while not as dramatic as your seasonal variations, it does make life more bearable.

Nice shot, Lee, and as always, you are immutable in your ability to write prose poetically!

Sylvia K said...

You do have such a wonderful way of expressing the feelings of the moment, and yes, fall is definitely on the way here in Washington, too. You can feel it a little more each day. Lovely shot, Lee.

Enjoy your weekend!


tapirgal said...

Keep it up! You keep getting better and better. I'm enjoying. Like Jacob, I enjoyed finding the jewel "mutable" in your text (among others). Nice photo, too :)

Lynette said...

Lovely photo and text that heeds the call of seasons' changing. I had to get out my waterproof yesterday to wear as I volunteered at the Oregon Cultural Trust's table at Art in the Pearl. I did get to sit beneath a canopy, but when hours later I stood waiting for a 20 on W. Burnside, it came in quite handy to keep me warm in the cool breezes blowing west in downtown Portland.