My Autumn is filled with beautiful gardens, pastures, vineyards, vistas and nature in its glorious colors and my cameras want to digest them all for their season of life is short. Light, color, and imagination are a wonderful combination for photography and especially in classic HDR with even the most simple subjects that create awesome art and photography works. @jacyjoypals
~ ~ ~ O Earth-and-Autumn of the Setting Sun, She is not by, to know my task is done. In the brown grasses slanting with the wind, Lone as a lad whose dog’s no longer near, Lone as a mother whose only child has sinned, Lone on the loved hill … and below me here The thistle-down in tremulous atmosphere Along red clusters of the sumach streams; The shrivelled stalks of golden-rod are sere, And crisp and white their flashing old racemes. (… forever … forever …. forever …) This is the lonely season of the year, This is the season of our lonely dreams…
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The flame-red moon, the harvest moon, Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing, A vast balloon, Till it takes off, and sinks upward To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon. The harvest moon has come, Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon. And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.
So people can’t sleep, So they go out where elms and oak trees keep A kneeling vigil, in a religious hush. The harvest moon has come!
And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep Stare up at her petrified, while she swells Filling heaven, as if red hot, and sailing Closer and closer like the end of the world.
Till the gold fields of stiff wheat Cry `We are ripe, reap us!’ and the rivers Sweat from the melting hills.
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