I have been walking the same daily to-and-fro path for over 6 years. In downtown San Francisco most fallen leaves scuttle across the concrete with no place to land...there are few receptive plots of open earth where they can happily return into mulch. However, for those of us who stroll the sidewalks with open eyes, there is an October expectation of change—captive color, transitional patterns and beauty. I have come to know the advent of fall by the first leaves that vie for my attention. Here is this year's "first leaf of fall" winner, escorted by a stray feather from a parrot of telegraph hill.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
It's Fall
I have been walking the same daily to-and-fro path for over 6 years. In downtown San Francisco most fallen leaves scuttle across the concrete with no place to land...there are few receptive plots of open earth where they can happily return into mulch. However, for those of us who stroll the sidewalks with open eyes, there is an October expectation of change—captive color, transitional patterns and beauty. I have come to know the advent of fall by the first leaves that vie for my attention. Here is this year's "first leaf of fall" winner, escorted by a stray feather from a parrot of telegraph hill.
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I really enjoy words. In a way, they represent the fine tools of expressing the human condition. Strangely I am at a loss to find the words that I feel when I stare at Gail's art. I know that I am touched deeply. I feel fortunate to have Gail in my life and given the intimate opportunity to see through her eyes. We are all lucky.
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