Showing posts with label Autumn Perspectives. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Autumn Perspectives. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
New from Dierk Haasis
Take a little time to enjoy the slide show for October, 2011, and then to discover this lovely photo of a daisy, with its poignantly beautiful accompanying poem, all by Dierk Haasis.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Season's fruit
With apples and grapes in hand from yesterday's trip to the grocery, I took advantage of the sunlight on my back porch railing to take pictures of them to go with Keats's poem "To Autumn," which I had quoted in my blog post of Wednesday, October 27, 2010.

"to bend with apples"

"to load and bless with fruit the vines"

to "burst Joy's grape"
That last caption isn't from John Keats's ode "To Autumn." It's from his ode "On Melancholy." But his imagery there is so great that I wanted to include it in this autumn remembrance of his October 31st birthday.
She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.

"to bend with apples"

"to load and bless with fruit the vines"

to "burst Joy's grape"
That last caption isn't from John Keats's ode "To Autumn." It's from his ode "On Melancholy." But his imagery there is so great that I wanted to include it in this autumn remembrance of his October 31st birthday.
She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Friday, October 15, 2010
North Wind Among the Maple Leaves




The maple tree next door still shows mostly green leaves because the strong gusts of the north wind are continually sending the yellow ones down to the ground. It's been so dry this fall that they are very brittle and crunchy underfoot.
At the bottom of the hill, the firebush has just begun to turn its usual briliant red:
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Walking in Edwin Warner Park
A path through a wooded area adjoining the Nature Center at Edwin Warner Park is said to be the old roadbed of a portion of the original route of the historic old Natchez Trace, which has run between Nashville, Tennessee, and Natchez, Mississippi, from the earliest days of these settlements.

Cobblestones in the path hinder walking a bit, especially in muddy areas strewn with wet leaves.

Cobblestones in the path hinder walking a bit, especially in muddy areas strewn with wet leaves.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Fall on Grandview Drive
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
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