I cried over beautiful thingsknowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarfat the neck of the copper sunburned woman,
the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The northwest wind comesand the yellow is torn full of holes,
new beautiful things comein the first spit of snow on the northwest wind,
and the old things go, not one lasts.
Autumn Movementby Carl Sandburg
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Photographed
in Vienna's City Park
on this splendid November day
around noon
Images
© by Merisi
These photos are beautiful and actually made me feel a little reflective and sad. Don't know why....
ReplyDeleteOh, Sue, I am sorry!
ReplyDeleteThe poem is quite melancholic, indeed, but I selected it because it expresses so beautifully some of the thoughts that went through my head while walking through the park. Whilst no beautiful thing lasts, there are always new beautiful things in wait.
How beautiful, sunny and lovely! Reminds me that I haven´t been to Stadtpark for ages...
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful images, Merisi. You make magic with that camera.
ReplyDeleteMarvellous Wien...
ReplyDeleteSimply lovely, that beats my gray day.
ReplyDeleteYou captured so well the soft light of an Autumn afternoon. :-)
ReplyDeleteSoooooooo beautiful ! Started snowing in Cracow ;(
ReplyDeleteMajestic pictures !!!
ReplyDeleteThey make me love and enjoy the autumn season ...
M-Noëlle
A very poignant and beautiful poem with pictures to match.
ReplyDeleteWow, I love these!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteSo glad 'Smitten' led me here!
(congrats on POTW)
xoxoxo, cd
beautiful! the Viennese autumn is indeed... fabelhaft!
ReplyDeleteMelancholic, golden haze, beautiful autumn.
ReplyDeleteWOW!
ReplyDeleteSuch atmosphere!!
and not an upturned spoon in sight!
Fatastic photos Merisi.
ReplyDeleteThe second one has a dream-like quality to it.
Congrats on your POTW.
Such gloriously golden moments of autumn you've captured, Merisi. The second picture, with the birds in flight, it quite magical.
ReplyDeleteThose first two photos absolutely took my breath away. I had to call my husband over to view them. Magnificent!
ReplyDeleteSuch lovely images. And I love the poetry too.
ReplyDeleteThank you, SVET and HILARY! :-)
ReplyDeleteNathanaëlle,
so true!
Cathy,
I hope sunshine's returned to your part of the world by now!
Anyes,
the light was truly spectacular.
Renata,
seriously, snow?
M-Noëlle,
I just wished autumn would never end!
acornmoon,
thank you! :-)
Elisabeth,
thank you!
Clare Dunn,
thank you, I did not know before you told me! :-)
Lara,
danke!
Zosia,
indeed, I savored every minute out there.
Paris Breakfasts,
*smile*
Slamdunk,
thank you so much! :-)
louciao,
those were truly golden moments!
marthainvienna,
thank you, I am blushing.
Loree,
thank you! I love the poem and the poet, both, very much.
Merisi, you have a lovely photographic blog. Congrats for getting Hilary's POTW. I think the hint of mist enhances your photos too. Do you think so? - Dave
ReplyDeleteHighly beautiful season, Maybe the most beautiful of seaso, the most moving in any case, the light melancholy in it, can be effectively a being fought by a double ration of delicious Viennese cakes.
ReplyDeletethere is a sweetness and softness to your photos
ReplyDeletethey are poignant yet they also have a wonderful sense of motion
beautiful work!!
congrats on POTW
Dave,
ReplyDeleteI absolutely agree, the misty atmosphere was mesmerizing, and I am so glad it shows in the pictures.
Bridget,
I always get a bit melancholic when summer ends, but then I rejoice in the glorious light and color of autumn. As you say, it may very well be the most beautiful season. It is my favorite one, for many reasons.
Dianne,
I felt so lucky being able to stop at Stadtpark the other day, it was so uplifting, November at its best.
wow - You've really caught the beauty and magic of autumn. Luscious shots!
ReplyDeleteThank you, LadyFi! :-)
ReplyDeleteThese are some beautiful autumn images and very worthy of POTW, congrats!
ReplyDeleteI am revisiting your post again today. Didn't feel so sad this time...
ReplyDeleteThe photos remind me of a Renoir painting. I would love to see them on canvas enlarged for the wall.
Whilst no beautiful thing lasts, there are always new beautiful things in wait.
ReplyDeleteI never thought of it this way and yet, the words are so true~
BEAUTIFUL~
Absolutely beautiful! Photos(!! would have LOVED to be walking there too) and of course, one of my favorites - Emily Dickinson.
ReplyDeleteOh, such a wonderful suite of pictures! Sandburg's poem is an excellent choice.
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