Laden With FruitReflections
Kohlmarkt
Weighing the Good LifeDemel Royal and Imperial Confectioners
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Fall FashionShop Window
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DesertedAt the Peal of the Bell
Vespri Viennesi
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"And every year there is a brief, startling moment
When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and
Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless
Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air:
It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies;
It is the changing light of fall falling on us."
Quoted from the poem
"Fall" by Edward Hirsch
"Laden with Fruit"
is from William Blake's
"To Autumn" poem
Photographed
in the late afternoon
3 October 2009
© by Merisi
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Fall
ReplyDeleteby Edward Hirsch
Fall, falling, fallen. That's the way the season
Changes its tense in the long-haired maples
That dot the road; the veiny hand-shaped leaves
Redden on their branches (in a fiery competition
With the final remaining cardinals) and then
Begin to sidle and float through the air, at last
Settling into colorful layers carpeting the ground.
At twilight the light, too, is layered in the trees
In a season of odd, dusky congruences‐a scarlet tanager
And the odor of burning leaves, a golden retriever
Loping down the center of a wide street and the sun
Setting behind smoke-filled trees in the distance,
A gap opening up in the treetops and a bruised cloud
Blamelessly filling the space with purples. Everything
Changes and moves in the split second between summer's
Sprawling past and winter's hard revision, one moment
Pulling out of the station according to schedule,
Another moment arriving on the next platform. It
Happens almost like clockwork: the leaves drift away
From their branches and gather slowly at our feet,
Sliding over our ankles, and the season begins moving
Around us even as its colorful weather moves us,
Even as it pulls us into its dusty, twilit pockets.
And every year there is a brief, startling moment
When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and
Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless
Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air:
It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies;
It is the changing light of fall falling on us.
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Quoted from Edward Hirsch's poetry collection "Wild Gratitude"
"And every year there is a brief, startling moment
ReplyDeleteWhen we pause in the middle of a long walk home and
Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless
Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air ... -
one of my favorite lines in the whole of literature.
A wonderful easing into autumn to all of you,
may you all enjoy a Golden September day at least as beautiful as we do here today,
with best wishes,
Merisi
Lovely pic, especially the last one!!!
ReplyDeleteYour Demel photo reminds me of my gift basket business days! (this last photo is exquisite)
ReplyDelete(Oh, and thanks for the perfume suggestion...I'll pass it along to the daughter! Sounds perfect.)
really beautiful as always :)
ReplyDeleteThat top window display is just awesome.
ReplyDeleteI love the poem and the autumn pictures. Please hold onto to some of that changing autumn light so I can share it in two weeks :)
ReplyDeleteI thought that window display was going to be my favorite part of this post and then I read the entire poem in the comments. It was beautiful. Touched something in me today. Going to print it out and take with me on a trip (leaving tomorrow). I would like to read it over a few times. Lovely, really really lovely.
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful poems and I especially like the first photo.
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ReplyDeleteYOU are the Queen of light Madame
Especially l'heure bleu light...
miam-miam
merci
carolg
Love that last photo.
ReplyDeleteThe days have seemed magical here too -- still too warm but something in the quality of the light has changed as if a spell lies on the land. Winding down...winding down.
ReplyDeleteI really love that first picture!
That is what I miss the most living here in Florida. The change to autumn. Our weather changes from stifling hot to hot, with a chance of cool. Then it turns stifling hot again.
ReplyDeleteAhhh Merisi...to see the seasons change in Vienna through your lens is a pleasure indeed. I savor all your posts. Many thanks for the prose, too. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteCatherine xx
I love that Coke bottle.. I just never see them here anymore.
ReplyDeleteNow THAT'S a hat!
ReplyDeleteLovely lovely lovely!!!
ReplyDeleteYour poems and quotes at the beginning of the comment sction are amazing. I can feel the changing air, the crunch of leaves and that special feel of the sunshine on my back.
ReplyDeleteDelightful photos too. I lov Ladn with fruit and...well, I really like thm all!
The last still life with the Coke bottle is a classic Merisi.
Have a wonderful weekend.
wow wow wow!!
ReplyDeleteThat last glass photo :O
OK all of them :O
Happy Turkey M.
I've seen so many photography-based sites, but none of them that quite have your eye.
ReplyDeleteAnd your comments on the pictures are so apropos.
I come here so often to see where I want to be.
Glorious... all of it... Enjoy the weekend.... xv
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your kind comments!
ReplyDeleteMy family is celebrating Thanksgiving today, Saturday.
A wonderful weekend to you all,
Merisi
(My daughter is making Chocolate Coeur a la Creme as I type - the one non-traditional dessert that everyone in the family expects for dessert. Pecan Pie and Apple Pie - my mongrel version, that is, reflecting my mixed cooking heritage).
Beautiful! ... LOVE that first photo with the reflection!
ReplyDeletesuch exquisite photos!
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