Into the Mystic
“And in these autumn days
I wander through the leaves
Thinking of those winter nights
I’ll spend with you”
I need to find sanctuary. The tension is unbearable, with just twelve days to go in these waning days of autumn. The skies have been flat gray for days, but today the sun blessed us with rays cutting through the rising mist. This could be it: the last wistful day before the winter chills descend from the north.
And north it was, toward Montrose Beach. The soft light illuminated the water hanging in the unseasonably warm air, or is it the other way around, with the light particles from the late afternoon sun clinging to the mist? Does it matter? Either way, the effect was magical. Kids were out playing soccer; people were reading hardcover books on the rocks defining the shoreline; the bikers were out in mass, with wheels spinning; two lovers huddled close together on the wet sandy beach; and I walked with camera in hand and a second lens that never left my messenger bag purchased from Property Of in Amsterdam. I miss my European travels, but today more than made up for those jaunts.
The weather forecast: rain tomorrow. Hopefully the skies will brighten by November 3. Maybe the winter will be just as magical this year as fall was today.
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Taking It All In
Fall Beach
Alone on a Bench
Big Pink
Mist Over Bob Newhart’s Apartment Building in Edgewater
In This Dark Age, We Are All Light
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