As I've previously mentioned, this Fall has been lackluster. But yesterday on my hike, it gave me a blaze of glory. With the temperatures rapidly dropping and winds picking up over the next few days, this was Fall's swan song.
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
‘Vain man,’ said she, ‘that dost in vain assay,
A mortal thing so to immortalize;
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wiped out likewise.’
‘Not so,’ (quod I); ‘let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your vertues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name:
Where whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.’
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
This year, the fall leaves have not been very brilliant and are falling before they even turn colors.
"The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on."
"“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me."
It started with the depression era images I created two years ago. I love the style of the era and I've always loved John Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men. This lead to a need to create more images inspired by that era.
You can view the growing series in the gallery.
“Maybe ever’body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.”
~ John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.
The Titan Prometheus was a clever trickster. He gave the human race the gift of fire and the skill of metalwork, an action for which he was punished by Zeus, who ensured for eternity that an eagle ate the liver of the Titan as he was helplessly chained to a rock. His liver would grow back, only the be eaten again the next day by an eagle.
Continuing the Divinity series, Sylvanus is the Roman god of woods and fields. He is the protector of forests and loves growing wild trees.
"So towards old Syluanus they did her bring;
Who with the noyse awaked, commeth out,
To weet the cause, his weake steps gouerning,
And aged limbs on Cypresse stadle stout,
And with an yvie twyne his wast is girt gud about."
~Edmund Spenser The Faerie Queene
Alseid: Nymph of the Grove is the latest addition to the Divinity series.
Alseid are nymphs of groves in greek mythology. They most likely inspired modern versions of elves. A groves is a small group of trees. Alseid appear along or in groups, unlike all other nymphs, who are solitary creatures. Alseid has a reputation as a prankster and a trickster, especial toward travelers.
I am a Warren, MI based photographer.