The Path Outside Our House

It's the first Saturday in November, and the morning light insists that the colors of the turning leaves be refracted everywhere.  I like how the fingered shadows of branches grasp at the earth in all directions, suggesting that the most organic and beautiful patterns can transcend our carefully manicured landscaping.  Mirroring transcendence, while insisting on temporality.

Excuse my blathering, please.  I'm a little drunk on beauty.  (...and it's not even 11 am!)

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