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At the end of a day, the sun is slowly leaving...
Only some rays of light linger on the leaves and grass... Like little drops of molten gold...
are here...
The mist lingers more in the evenings and the leaves will soon finish their dance with the wind...
The colours slowly change once again as a rain curtain drops on the world and the scent of apple pies and cinnamon fills the air...
Now autumn meets winter in the mornings...
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“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
No leaves yet, and snow lingers higher up. The Provo River near Midway, Utah. Rich with life, and fat Brown Trout.
I have waited long for you to come back home
To hear you call my name again
In my heart's deep soul you've not changed at all
And the years have passed you by
Your sweet lips that lingered on my skin
I can feel their heat again
And your eyes that thrilled with passion's fire
They watch my every whim
Some say my love, sweet love was lost
While crossing the raging main
Or perhaps he has gone with some other girl
I might never see his face again
But if my Irish love is lost he's the one I do adore
And for seven long years I'll wait for him
On the banks of the moorlough shore
He said farewell to castles grand
Farewell to the foggy hills
Where the linen waves like bleaching silk
And the falling stream runs still
Near there we spent our joyful days but alas they are all gone
For cruelty has banished him
Far away from the moorlough shore.
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This photo, taken November 6, 2021, documents the presence of wildflowers and butterflies in late fall in the McInnis Canyons National Conservation Area in western Colorado. The most abundant flowers were on on rabbitbrush, Chrysothamnus nauseosus. I saw dozens of clouded sulphur butterflies, Colias philodice on rabbitbrush in the 3 balmy days that I was there. This photo shows the only sunflower blossom that I saw in 3 days.
For reasons that I do not understand, I was never able to get a view of the dorsal surface of the wings, so the butterflies might have been orange sulphurs, Colias erytheme.
As I was traveling to this area, I expected to see only dried flowers and no insects. What a pleasant surprise!
"After a long relaxing day at the beach, she was ready to go home.
Everything was packed but she lingered, wanting to take in every little detail and memorize it.
The salty smell of the sea, the warm setting sun on her skin..."
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These days will pass. Sometimes I have to go inward to find the way out. One positive thing about that is that I don't have to leave the house to do it.
"Gardening imparts an organic perspective on the passage of time."
William Cowper
The self-sowing perennials in my flower garden seem to have spread exponentially. The Black-Eyed Susans, also known as Rudbeckia, are a favorite of the many bees I find zipping here and there. It seems I keep finding more and more reasons to linger in the garden.
The architectural beauty of Porto train station is breathtaking. And the blends of new and old are seamless, creating a visual hybrid that pleases the eye and serves its functions. The cleanliness, the stylish surroundings and the poetry of spoken Portuguese wafting through the air still linger in my brain.