A Golden Walk

Yesterday while visiting friends we walked part of their land. It was glorious; the light, the smell of fall with pine needles underfoot, leaves drifting down, milk weed blowing open its' pods, a golden blaze of glory.

Pine needles drifting down towards the pond, 2016

The pine needle path beside the pond, 2016

The dock covered with pine needles, 2016

and more golden light, 2016

Under My Feet

Walking down a street the other day, keeping my eyes glued on where I was placing my feet, worried about slipping and sliding on the ice I found these seed pods. I almost threw the scans of them in the trash as I had forgotten to clean the scanner first and the scans were full of dust. Blowing them up though I found them beautiful, otherworldly, far galaxies; all this from something I stepped on walking down the street. Maybe I should look down more frequently when I walk.