and they withered with the wind
and they crumble in your hands
once my heart was filled with a love for a girl
i held her close but she faded in the night
like a poem i meant to write
and the leaves that are green turn to brown
- p. simon
the ugly weather continues on this thanksgiving monday. for a short while in the middle of the day there was a thunderstorm -- big claps of thunder and big drops of rain they could have been tiny hails the way they bounced off the balcony railings. then when the rain stopped, the fog descended and i could not even see anything in front of the building or below. so i thought i'd run down to the trail and capture the fog at the creek. no such luck for me: the fog cleared in a snap as soon as i reached the trail. so i captured a few changing leaves, etc. etc. after almost an hour circling five blocks i went back to my apartment. took a couple of shots of the manor across the street. i made myself some iced tea and came back to the living room and the fog once again came with a vengeance. story of my life!
hopefully on the weekend, the trees down by the creek would have changed colours so it would be at least pleasing to photograph.
