It is the season.
Of Harvest Moons
Sunsets of Glory
Of Cats
And Large Dogs.
Of rocks
Every shape.
Every size.
Flat ones.
Colored ones.
The mist rising from a pond like apparitions from a haunting.
The moment before sunrise.
Heaven Came Down, and Glory Filled My Soul.
I wait for the season, pining, and it is over too soon.
The fall days, when Life sighs and readies itself for its long sleep of winter.
And something takes a bite out of the Hunter Moon.
You would probably like Northern Florida. Almost the entire winter is similar to a crisp autumn day.
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Janie
Wow, those are some amazing shots. I really like the leaves and the field.
ReplyDeleteHow long did it take you to collect all those photos?
ReplyDeleteGreat pics - especially the very attractive cat :)
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