The first frost has come and the winds have picked up big-time, both events serving to drive me inside to my little studio where I am reduced to looking out windows through which no warm summer breeze flows. Here is a photo of what I will be seeing for the next six months or so, flowers in vases and jars. This shot taken with the Nikon D810 and the Nikkor-O CRT lens, with Zerene Stacker.
Then, just to seal the deal, while taking the recycle out this morning, early, high above me were two flying-V formations of birds. At first I thought these were our ubiquitous Canadian Geese flying south, but as they got overhead they were 30-40 storks or cranes, huge wide-wing birds with heads way out front and legs extended out behind. One of them was crying out, marking time or calling to the rest in a different and unusual call. All this in a crystal bright blue sky. And there I was with a bushel of recyclables in my arms.
Time sort of stopped and, frozen in that moment, a kind of longing swept over me that turned into a sense of the sudden impending impermanence we all face. As I looked up at the birds I thought that it must be so cold up there. We will all be going south one day.
