T.G.I.F.: It’s been a (very) long week

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For more: And this is why women live longer than men


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Source: YourEyesBlazeOut

Sunday Morning: NW Italy in October


A trip through North-Western Italy in October wrapped in The Four Seasons by Vivaldi.


Running. Everytime.

October, photography,

6:15 am.
I peek at the weather app before I step outside.
“34° F.   Feels like 26° F.  Partly Cloudy.”
Winter closing in.
I yank my Tuque over my ears.
I glance at the mirror.
The Black Avenger: Back for an encore.
Black Tuque. Black jacket. Black pants.
And Red Shoes.
Gangster.
I cue up my David Gray playlist.
Open the door.
And head to the street.

How often does it happen?
Just the right song cycles up.
65 David Gray songs resting.
Waiting for their turn.
And it pops up.

A bubbling geyser.
It starts slowly.
Starting from way down deep.
And surging upward.
No chemical inducements.
Adrenaline.
Miracle drug.


↓ click for audio (David Gray:  “Everytime”)



Down from the doorway
And into the street
I hear the morning bell
Over and over the pattern repeat
I hear the morning bell
And all the faces cold as stone
In the January chill

~ David Gray, Everytime [Read more...]

I want to spend Saturdays and Sundays

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“I’m sick of watching the shirts with sleeves hang lonesome in my closet, I want to put them on and let you take them off. I want to wear the kinds of things that don’t slip off in an instant, the kinds of things with zippers and buttons and layers and depth. I want to feel soft, I want the comfort of a comforter, I want to spend Saturdays in bed with all the windows open.

I want to spend Sundays in cars with the windows open, too, driving to fields where apples and pumpkins grow. I want to taste the thick of fall in my mouth, in pies and brews and hot coffee. I want confusion over whether or not to wear a jacket and confusion over what hue that tree was three weeks ago, I want everything to change so that I can feel like there’s reason to be alert, like there’s a reason to wake up again.”

—Stephanie Georgopulos, from “I’m Sick Of Summer


Photography: Claudio Maltesta. Poem: apoetreflects


Leaving the doctor…

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Leaving the doctor,
The whole world looks different
This autumn morning.

—Richard Wright, from Haiku: This Other World


Credits: Haiku: APoetReflects.  Photograph: Chilliwack Lake, British Columbia Canada by Zach Copland via Sundoginthesky.

I think I’ve got it

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Source: youreyesblazeout

If we’re not supposed to dance

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To be alive: not just the carcass
But the spark.
That’s crudely put, but…
If we’re not supposed to dance,
Why all this music?

~Gregory Orr


Sources: Photograph: Sensualstarfish. Poem: Thank you Karen @ Tearinyourhand. Gregory Orr Bio.

That gift you just gift received. There’s another. Another another.

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That breath that you just took… that’s a gift.

~ Rob Bell


Robert Holmes “Rob” Bell Jr., 43, was born in Ingham County, Michigan. He is an American author and pastor. Bell was the founder of Mars Hill Bible Church located in Grandville, Michigan, which he pastored until 2012. Under his leadership Mars Hill was one of the fastest-growing churches in America. He is also the author of the New York Times bestsellers Love Wins and Velvet Elvis and the writer and narrator of a series of spiritual short films called NOOMA. In 2011 Time Magazine named Bell to its list of the 100 Most Influential People in the World. He is currently working with former Lost producer Carlton Cuse on a television series. (Source: wiki)


Sources: Photograph:  “Morning Call” by Ian Plant via Mme Scherzo. Quote: Thesensualstarfish. Bio: wiki.

Enough to live

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“It is only her in large portions of Canada that wondrous second wind, the Indian summer, attains its amplitude and heavenly perfection, — the temperatures; the sunny haze; the mellow, rich delicate, almost flavoured air: Enough to live — enough to merely be.”

Walt Whitman, Diary in Canada


Image Credit: The Laurentians in Quebec by Chicago Tribune. Quote: Thank you Perpetua.

Repeat after me: “Nakama”

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The air gold and so clean it quivers

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“I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.”

~ Leif Enger, Peace Like a River 


“In 2002, Peace Like a River was a National Bestseller and hailed as one of the year’s top five novels by Time, and selected as one of the best books of the year by nearly all major newspapers.” If you haven’t read this wonderful book, it is worth your time. Find it here.


Credits: Thank you Dan @ Your Eyes Blaze Out for the quote. Photograph: micspics444 @ flicker.

Autumn Lights

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Love these. What are they?


Source: Elinka via German Photographer stefanie-d-b. Her bio with google translation: “i photograph. much. passionate. whatever I want, and how I want it. I show the things not as they are, but then, as I see it.


Autumn Movement

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I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman,
the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things
come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go,
not one lasts.

~ Carl Sandburg, 1878-1967.


Credits: Image Source: Matt @ GreenKayak73 at Senoia, Georgia. Quote: In the Meantime


Become the sky

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Become the sky
Take an axe to the prison wall
Escape
Walk out
like someone suddenly born into color.

~ Rumi


Sources: Image – Hungarian Soul. Poem – Make Believe Boutique. Full poem: Poetry-Chaikhana


If the sun were a tree

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If the sun were a tree
Its leaves would be this shining color
And they would drop
Over the toes of my boots
Ankle deep.
When I step
There would be the sound
Of light breaking.

— Tom Hennen


Credits: Poem via A Poet Reflects from Hennen’s closing lines to “Wild Aspen Leaves, October,” in Darkness Sticks to Evertything: Collected and New Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2013); Image: Your Eyes Blaze Out via Elinka (Maple Leaf In Autumn Night)


Related Tom Hennen posts:


That old September feeling

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“That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air… Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.”

— Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose


By one my favorite authors from one of my favorite books, the Pulitzer Prize Winning Angle of Repose.


Quote Source: Stalwart Reader. Find book on Amazon here.


Now. September 22, 2013. 4:44 PM.

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It is the summer’s great last heat,
It is the fall’s first chill: They meet.

– Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt


Credits: Image – Hungarian Soul.  Poem: Farmer’s Almanac


It’s time to move on. Autumn must come.

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With overripe berries
and the last margin of wildflowers
and gauzy-winged dragonflies
skimming a creek
into shimmering rings
above minnows as bright as dimes,
our world seems splendid, immutable.
Leaf by leaf
the stream is laced
with green going to yellow and red
twirling from a colonnade of trees,
down on strips of light.
Near water urging over mossy rubble,
it’s hard to accept it’s all ending.
Parents have died and children are leaving.
Even the birds
ounce their singing,
begin flitting
to cover for night.
And under the late glow of sun,
every place whispers
that it’s time to move on,
that autumn must come
autumn must come,
must come.

Claude Wilkinson, closing lines to “Summer’s End,” from Joy in the Morning: Poems


Sources/Credits: Photograph-Thank you Andy’s Photography. Poem-Thank You A Poet Reflects and Google Books


Not a single inch of grass

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“The Master, addressing the assembly, said, “Brothers, it is the beginning of autumn, and the end of summer. You may go east or west, but you should go only to a place where there is not a single inch of grass for ten thousand li.” After pausing for a while he asked, “How does one go to a place where there is not a single inch of grass for ten thousand li?”

Later this was related to Shih-shuang, who said, “Why didn’t someone say, ‘As soon as one goes out the door, there is grass’?”

The Master, hearing of this response, said, “Within the country of the Great T’ang such a man is rare.”

-The Record of Tung-Shan



Repeat after me: “Babí léto”

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Sunday Morning: Pure Michigan.


“As busy as the world gets, there are still times when things move a little slower. When life is a little simpler. When the local color looks good enough to eat. Welcome to Harvest Time. When Mother Nature puts on a whole new wardrobe. And we look at life in a whole new way. So pull out that favorite sweater and grab yourself a little piece, of Pure Michigan.”

Wonderful 30 second clip that captures the feeling and beauty of autumn.

Good Sunday Morning.


T.G.I.F.: How’s your week gone? Exactly.

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Image Credit

T.G.I.F.: Bing. Bing. Bing. Bing.


Source: videohall.  Related Posts:

Yup, had one of those days yesterday…

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Source: Thank you madamescherzo via castastrofe

Still Standing.

The Cove, Stamford, CT

The stone walkway may be 2.5 feet at its narrowest point.  The shore line is 7-8 feet down from the walkway.  It’s narrow, it is a ways down and I’m always wary.  I must have been daydreaming.  Or better stated, distracted by day-work-worrying.

I’m on my morning run.

My right forearm slams into the end of the steel I-beam guard rail.  Here it comes. A car crash in slow motion.  A Bruce Lee flick.  With much less grace.  The I-beam doesn’t move.  But it moves me.  It spins me around.  Full Stop. Drop.  Roll.  Air explodes out of my chest.  I’m gasping for air.  More stunned than hurt.  I’m down flat on my back for a few seconds, grateful that I didn’t plunge into the mud and frigid waters in the bay.  I look around to see if anyone caught the show.  No one is yelling “Man Down.  Man Down.”  We’re clear.  Pride intact. [Read more...]

Fall in Celje

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These are pictures taken by Grisa Miheljak @ Grishman Photography of his home town in Celje, Slovenia.  Check out his other wonderful pictures of his home town and his portfolio at GrishmanPhotography.  Thank you Grisa for allowing me to share your work.

Golden Autumn Day

…And I’m taking in the Indian Summer
And I’m soaking it up in my mind
And I’m pretending like it’s paradise
On a golden autumn day, on a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day, on a golden autumn day, golden autumn day …

~ Van Morrison

Wonderin’

Changes from Bart van der Gaag on Vimeo.


“Wonderin” is performed by Nicole Reynolds – a Happy, peppy song wrapped with a soothing nature clip to wind down a long day.


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Every year there is a brief startling moment…

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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.

  ~ Edward Hirsch (“Fall”)

Sources: Thank you Luke @ Crashingly Beautiful for quote and headlikeanorange via  goodmemory for image.

Close your eyes. Inhale the smell of Autumn…


Image: conflictingheart via suitep

October 1

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Source: everconstant via an-introspective-heart

TGIF: LOOK OUT EVERYBODY!


Source: mrsrhettbutler via gene-how.  Related Posts:

TGIF: Ah, for Pete’s Sake, Just Give It To Me…


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Nature’s Color Explosion (A Slideshow…)

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click for audio (“Woods” by George Winston From His Album “Autumn)



Sources & Credits for these shares (and many other autumn photos) can be accessed with a Tumblr account @ dkfalllights. Thank you Rob Firchau @ The Hammock Papers for the music inspiration.

It Starts Now (10:49am)

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Fall is here…


Source: autumnie via madamescherzo

Related ‘I love Charlie Brown’ Posts:

TGIF: Your Bad Day Has Just Started


“Honey Bucket”


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Ohm…

Magical Place…

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