03 October 2011

It's that time of year again. Autumn is creeping in, bringing roiling skies and chilled winds from the north. The light is fading earlier each evening and, no matter how I race home from work to grab a few minutes on the deck, I never quite make it, the light dipping down below the stand of pines . . .


This season is quite dull, so far. The tropical storms from late August ripped so many trees apart, scattering branches and leaves that now there isn't much for autumn to work with -- all is sere and brown.  The splendor of a New England autumn is a faint memory from years past . . .


But the beauty of autumn is still there if one looks hard enough, long enough. Maybe it's not something you see but rather feel through the other senses -- the smell of the north winds, the crisp cold air that tingles and tantalizes, the first bite of pumpkin pie or a macintosh apple, the warmth one gathers from the fireplace, a truly wonderful spot to sit and dream . . .




weaving thoughts and memories around like so many strands of ribbon and yarn. And as the garden slowly moves into its yearly slumber, a stand of old bourbon roses waves as you wander by, lifting their drowsy heads to give one last scent, a parting gift . . .




A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively,
wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically
that he remakes it in his own image.
Joan Didion

(all artwork and photography by K. Marszycki)

3 comments:

Kim Hambric said...

Sorry to hear that the storms have done so much damage. Glad that you are able to still appreciate the beauty of autumn. Thanks for sharing that beautiful artwork. I love the purple tones in the top painting. It reminds me of the backs of oak leaves and their tinges of lavender.

kelly m. said...

Kim -- glad you stopped by and hope all is going well with you! It's not quite as drab as I painted it here in N.E. -- just not quite up to speed since the storms

helen said...

Love the colors!