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Fall Colors – September 5, 2018

“I don’t like autumn. Yes of course, the colors are nice, but they’re the colors of necrosis.”

Hendrik Groen

What a grump. Actually, the secret diary of diary of Hendrik Groen is apparently an enjoyable book. The name is a pseudonym, so we really can’t ask what Hendrik really thinks about fall.

I see a shark.

What do you see?

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Fall Colors


Fall Colors at the Koyukuk, Brooks Range, Alaska

“I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair.”

J.R.R. Tolkien

I am not sitting next to the fire thinking of what was. Not yet.

The hillsides just exploded in colors. There are moments, when the sun breaks through. It’s pure magic. In other places the wind has already blown the leaves to the ground. Every morning I wake up to a different scenery.

That’s why I am sitting next to the fire, only to warm up my creaky bones.


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“The only way to make sense out of change
is to plunge into it,
move with it,
and join the dance.”

Alan W. Watts

To me no season screams more “change” than fall.

Leave colors fade from lush green to yellow, orange, red, brown, and black…

  • False hellebore, Veratrum viride.

The  first snow of the season indicates the arrival of winter…

  • Termination dust

Our watchful police department reminds us to have working lights on our bicycles, or else…

The northern lights are back…

Joining the dance.


Summer Farewell – № 3

“Mere color, unspoiled by meaning,
and unallied with definite form,
can speak to the soul
in a thousand different ways. ”

Oscar Wilde

My way of hanging on to summer.

The first storms blew through Southeast Alaska. When the clouds lifted a few mountain tops revealed the first sugar coating. It’s another sign, the season is changing.

Most wildflowers are now in a hurry to produce seeds. Berries, red, blue, and black and lush lichen still paint the alpine tundra in their summer coat. It will all change, soon enough.