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“Autumn truly is what summer pretends to be: the best of all seasons. It is as glorious as summer is tedious; as subtle as summer is obvious; as refreshing as summer is wearying. Autumn seems like paradise.” Gregg Easterbrook
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for Jules Photo Challenge Group, September challenge...signs of the seasonal change...
a dead maple leaf is briefly suspended, holding on by its stem for a few more moments, or days...until a rain or wind brings it to the ground...
Good morning + happy Friday ♥
Fall is certainly here with its chilly morning temperatures, the grey skies, this intense bluish light {I've come to so much like} and these typical for Germany purplish pink flowers {poted on the veranda's round metal table - traditional "Kefeneio Greek table"} whose name I always forget!
Thank's for Explore : )
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As soon as she landed in that puddle of water, away from the comfort of her old branch, the yellow leaf knew she wasn't that happy with the fall anymore... and started missing a home she would never be able to return to...
Autumn is here, and it is to stay.
Central Park,
New York
Taken with a 3G iPhone.
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We had been waiting for this moment our whole lives. For we would be undergoing an adventure to figure out who we were. To be scared. To be brokenhearted. To break another’s heart. To be alone. To cry. To laugh. To change our lives.
But it was hard for me. Because I was always last. I was weak. I had no talent. Girls treated me like I didn’t exist. Teachers didn’t care about me. My parents gave me food and let me live with them and everything, but I’m pretty sure the only reason they were doing it was because my grandma couldn’t. I was short and skinny, and I was scared all the time.
-- an ever changing title of a book, written from the perspective of a boy entering high school. (that i am currently writing)
Explored #211.
The house is so quiet today, it has been for some time. Today, the fall chill is settling itself in, gloom clouds. I wanted to do a dark photo- something fitting. And then I thought, "hmm this is." Because it is one of the many sad houses I find when I get in my car to leave my own. Houses with memories riddled with trash- so many sad houses. The walls wait, the doors ajar. Animals that have found their way in, and no way out. This summer has been so beautiful and its beauty wraps these sad houses in green. Signs of hope, thats all I can think.
This was from last week on my walkabout trip. There were only a few of the feathery things atop these weeds and this one actually had the most on it. Certainly not enough to blow, but enough to take a shot of.
This one has seen better days but I loved the textures and the fact that it was still beautiful even though it was discheveled.
Explore - October 13, 2007
The Admiral and I had a two hour conversation about the cloud formations we were looking at...
about 'bent light illusions' and the way that the waves on the horizon looked a lot rougher than what we suspected them to be.
It was one of those 'intellectually deep' conversations that you have after you've had a few and have nothing better to do than sit around and look at shit.
We'd observed that there's this thing that happens over Lake Michigan when the weather cools in the fall and it lasts until spring...
a ridge of clouds that stays pretty stationary and runs north and south over the lake.
While looking at it we noticed two plumes of smoke on the horizon and we figured one was the steel mills in Gary and the other... two 'hands' to the left of it on the horizon was the Michigan City cooling tower.
That plume remained constant while the other... the one we suspected was the steel mills would billow mightily every ten minutes or so and release a lot more steam or smoke.
We took bearings on both plumes from looking at the compass sideways and got 140' and 100' from our position and then went about talking about another distinct and also stationary group of clouds that hovered between the Adler Planetarium and The Field Museum... they were puffy clouds... cumulus and you could tell that their origins were thermal.
We both wondered why the sky would present itself this way and I figured that there had to be a reason and that looking at the charts might tell us.
The second group of clouds were over the Hyde Park Shoals where the water gets shallow towards the south end of the lake.
The winds were coming out of the north so warm surface water was getting blown down there.
It was pretty amazing to see how the weather was affected by this lake and even more so how the thermal updrafts over the steel mill stacks pushed so much air up to altitude that it created condensation clouds above them and actually altered the weather there on their own.
When I got the chart layed out I found that the steel mills were twenty nautical miles away and out bearing of 140' was off by only two degrees... the course to them was 138' actually and our bearing on the Michigan City cooling tower was dead on at 100' and it was thirty five nautical miles from us.
We had a couple more and listened to the small craft advisory on the radio calling for 8 to 13 foot waves out there and decided to sit tight on the buoy and party all day.
It was cool and you could tell that fall was here on the lake.
When I was simply too relaxed to even sit up anymore I layed down in the cockpit and looked up at the clouds to the west.
They were high and whispy.
I knew what it meant.
As you go up... every thousand feet the air cools 5.5'... it's called the 'adiabatic lapse rate' and since it was just over fifty on the surface where we rolled gently drinking it wasn't hard to confirm that the temperature at about six thousand feet above our heads was below freezing.
We were looking at snow blowing over Chicago.
Soon we'll have to leave the water and button Infinity up for the winter.
We toasted our vessel and the sturdiness and safety which she'd performed with this summer on the waters of Lake Michigan and talked of heading down the Erie Canal and out to sea where we'd turn right and follow the warm weather south.
Dreams.
More than anything I'll miss getting away from it all on Infinity and I'll miss the gentle rocking that put me to sleep at night like a baby in it's mother's arms.
She's been more than a good ship.
Infinity is my medicine.