Autumn Fires – Lakes of Blue

 


Autumn Fires

IN the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The gray smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!*
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*Stevenson, Robert Louis (1850–1894)

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Love Autumnal – When The Leaves Sound

The most beautiful time of the year arrays itself in magnificent color, azure skies and bursting sun-filled days. We are traveling the Shenandoah in search of the perfect southern fall landscape. Where will it be? High or low country? Valley or mountain top? Vineyard or farm?  Lakes or forests? Would it be we have many days of breathing in this beauty, fresh air with our companions in hand to capture it all. Come travel with us . . .

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MY love will come in autumn-time
When leaves go spinning to the ground
And wistful stars in heaven chime
With the leaves’ sound.

Then, we shall walk through dusty lanes
And pause beneath low-hanging boughs,
And there, while soft-hued beauty reigns
We’ll make our vows.

Let others seek in spring for sighs
When love flames forth from every seed;
But love that blooms when nature dies
Is love indeed!

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Love Autumnal, Oliver Jenkins

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Secret Lake Dreams

A beautiful Autumn day at the lake with dreams of picturesque scenes of capturing new images soon of winter snow in white bliss, winter-blue skies and awesome sunsets.  Each season we return to Secret Lake as it presents itself arrayed in nature’s finest.  One only needs to be here to fulfil ones photographic dreams in color and light.

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“Into a gradual calm the breezes sink, A blue rim borders all the lake’s still brink;
There doth the twinkling aspen’s foliage sleep,  And insects clothe, like dust, the glassy deep:
And now, on every side, the surface breaks Into blue spots, and slowly lengthening streaks;
Here, plots of sparkling water tremble bright, With thousand thousand twinkling points of light…”
_W.Wordsworth

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