As autumn peaks in VT, so too does the sense of mystery across the landscape. The light is receding, and a quietness emerges, even as the colors seek their greatest brilliance. We begin moving back into ourselves, readying for the winter ahead, as does the land.
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This one, a scan from 120mm format slide film, goes back a ways. The mood strikes me as a balanced one, all in all: the high cloud cover is neither light nor dark, and the nature of a ferry ride is that you’re neither here nor there.
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I found myself looking at this image a long time. It could very well be called Design.
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“Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.” Christina Rossetti
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Bob Mosebach (above) and I played the bar and coffeehouse circuit in CT in the 1990’s, with some bookstores, house parties and 4-H camps thrown in to boot. He’s a great musician who still plays out a couple times a week. One nite, we played an end of summer concert at a local camp, to a demographic way younger than our normal crowd. Bob had been working there as the camp nurse, and as we were setting up, I wondered about holding the attention of the 150+ kids and adolescents in the cafeteria/hall. Without hesitating, he said “PA and amps on 10”. We opened with Gordon Lightfoot’s “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” at maximum volume; Bob at full throttle on a 12 string, and me wailin some of the loudest leads of my life. It worked – we played to a very attentive and appreciative audience the whole night.
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The Quiet Valley Quilting Guild has sponsored an annual Quilt Festival, currently held on the 2nd weekend after Labor Day, for the past 17 years. 220 quilts were entered this year, including one from a 7 year old. Above is a section from Nelli Knapp’s “My Zen Quilt”.
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40 feet up in the air, two generations of the Flying Wallendas ride bicycles across a tightrope. Check out how the woman is balancing on a chair. They performed at the Guilford Fair, which dates back to 1859.
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There are some photographs that just cry out for more than my usual (i.e., minimal) post-processing, which I mostly refrain from doing. But sometimes I like to see where it goes …
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The Marginal Way is a 1.5 mile path along the spectacular Ogunquit shoreline, and this is the view as you approach the north end. I’m not sure that late summer day could have been any more beautiful.
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