I have not written on the blog for a long time,
but this morning looking out the window, still half asleep, I was touched by the beauty on the greetings between winter and autumn. The sun
shone on the tree tops coming up slowly and
changing the view indescribable. I just put on my housecoat and still in slippers (and a touch of cold still making me cough) went outside to take
the pictures that never will come up the same again. I took a lot, well knowing that I will have to keep some just for my own poetry work. Having copy rights I may not put , at least I don't know if it will be good to, put them on the blog. I don't even know if anyone is reading my blog. It realy does not matter, I just had to express my joy of the Great Painter's art. Though this morning will never be repeated again even in the nature, much less on my camera. It was so beautiful I could not resist to put at least one on. The colours of the trees at their peak brightness, the whiteness of the frost: autumn meeting the winter's signals. Kind of
sad, unavoidable, nevertheless coming. Beauty! No painter can put it on the canvas this
combination - it don't last long.
Just the Almighty's picture for us to realize the wonders we can not create by ourselves.
I am just running out of words how to describe the feeling during the half hour the scenery changed. I got some on the pictures, but - it made me feel really joyful, humble and anxious to share it with someone.
It did not last. The sun came up, the frost had to retreat. Clouds came up. The colored leaves slowly dropped. By the afternoon there was no more bright colored trees or frost covered grass.
The evening rain closed the day with darkness. All is left - few pictures of bright start for an other day without knowing if or whether there be an other day...
