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 . . .
~ ~ ~ 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
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.
“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
The last days of autumn travel and photo walks are upon us. We finished our travels on the East Coast, the Shenandoah Valley and final walks at several historic towns and parks. We fell in love again with fall foliage season and its beautiful transitions to sleep for winter. The skies, sunrise and sunsets have been breathtaking as well and we look forward to winter photo walks with those as backdrop to new-fallen snow and ice-laden lakes. Travel with us . . .
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“I will tell you when they parted: When plenteous Autumn sheaves were brown, Then they parted heavy-hearted; The full rejoicing sun looked down As grand as in the days before; Only they had lost a crown; Only to them those days of yore Could come back nevermore. When shall they meet? I cannot tell, Indeed, when they shall meet again…” _Rossetti ~ ~ ~