El Fuego!

WAIT FOR IT! Time Lapse Video from Twilight to Sunrise. 1 hour in 22 seconds, 6:20 am to 7:20 am. 23° F, feels like 16° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.

Don’t miss the photos from this morning’s walk here.

But then I am often unexpectedly compensated, and the thinnest yellow light of November…

This month taxes a walker’s resources more than any other. For my part, I should sooner think of going into quarters in November than in winter. If you do feel any fire at this season out of doors, you may depend upon it, it is your own.  It is but a short time these afternoons before the night cometh in which no man can walk. If you delay to start till three o-clock, there will be hardly time left for a long and rich adventure, to get fairly out of town. November Eat-heart, is that the name of it? Not only the fingers cease to do their office, but there is often a benumbing of the faculties generally. You can hardly screw up your courage to take a walk when all is thus tightly locked or frozen up, and so little is to be seen in field or wood. I am inclined to take to the swamps or woods as the warmest place, and the former are still the openest. Nature has herself become like the few fruits she still affords, a very thick-shelled nut with a shrunken meat within. If I find anything to excite a warming thought abroad, it is an agreeable disappointment, for I am obliged to go willfully and against my inclination at first, the prospect looks so barren, so many springs are frozen up, not a flower, perchance, and few birds left, not a companion abroad in all these fields for me. I seem to anticipate a fruitless walk. I think to myself hesitatingly, shall I go there, or there, or there? And cannot make up my mind to any route, all seem so unpromising, mere surface-walking and fronting the cold wind, so that I have to force myself to it often, and at random.

But then I am often unexpectedly compensated, and the thinnest yellow light of November is more warming and exhilarating than any wine they tell of. The mite which November contributes becomes equal in value to the bounty of July. I may meet with something that interests me, and immediately it is as warm as in July, as if it were the south instead of the northwest wind that blew. 

— Henry David Thoreau, from his journal, 25 November 1857, in “Autumn: From the Journal of Henry D. Thoreau” (Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1892) (via The Hammock Papers)


Notes:

  • Thank you The Hammock Papers for the Thoreau Quote.
  • DK Photos from this morning’s walk at The Cove @ Twilight. 5:15 to 5:45 am. 35° F. November 12, 2025. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT

bow, and then feed

This morning the world’s white face reminds us
that life intends to become serious again.
And the same loud birds that all summer long
annoyed us with their high attitudes and chatter
silently line the gibbet of the fence a little stunned,
chastened enough…

I fill the feeders to the top and cart them
to the tree, hurrying back inside
to leave the morning to these ridiculous
birds, who, reminded, find the rough shelters,
bow, and then feed.

Scott Cairns, from “Early Frost” in The Translation of Babel” (The University of Georgia Press, 1990)


Notes:

Wait for it…

Wait for it. Twilight to Sunrise. Time Lapse 5:45 to 7:20 am. 95 minutes in 21 seconds. 22° F, feels like it’s much damn colder. December 3, 2024. Cove Island Park.

See more sunrise shots from this morning here.

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

Twilight to Sunrise. Time Lapse 5:45 to 7:30 am. 105 minutes in 23 seconds. 33° F. November 25, 2024. Cove Island Park. Stamford, CT

Don’t miss other other glorious sunrise shots here and Yoshi & Friends here.