by Susan Lobb Porter | Everyday Ordinary, Photography, Ponies |
Faded leaves. Bleached grass. Frost on the meadow this morning.
I took the long way down to feed the ponies. Long way means heading to the left instead of the right. Means looping down around the meadow before circling back again.
Because there’s something about the light, the sun-with-no-warmth quality of a November morning, that demands photographs.
Demands to chronicle the understated glory of frost rimed leaves.
And deer trampled grass. Andrew Wyeth grass.
Ice in the horse trough, crackled and crystalized along the edges.
Hiding mysteries underneath.
And in between.
Reminders of children now grown.
And ancient horses. Muddy. Waiting for breakfast.
And Jasmine, the sourse of many ‘mom’s hairy ass jokes’ waiting for her kiss. Mmmmmph!
by Susan Lobb Porter | Life, Porterosa |
Last night, while I was sleeping, something special happened.
I woke up, looked out the window and said, “Holy crap!” The sky was gray. And the leaves were tumbling down.
Mother Nature snapped her fingers and Just. Like. That… Said, Yo, listen up, it’s fall. Oatmeal weather. Flannel shirts. Apple pie.
The colors around our place are subtle.
And just starting to turn.
I’m loving the textures. And the colors.
Reds. More reds.
But not every leaf is flashy. I photographed quite a few on the ground. I think these are my favorite. Quiet. Subtle. The colors elegant. Inspiration for a painting, perhaps?
And then there’s the meadow, the grass brown since summer. And trampled where the deer bed down.
After the rains come this week, I’ll light a fire. I’ll hunker down in front of the wood stove in the evening. Maybe I’ll read. Or write. Or draw. Or maybe I’ll just stare into the flames and dream.
Someone once asked me what my favorite season was. My answer…the beginning of each of them. I love the change from heat to cool. From sun to rain. From rain to snow. From snow to spring. And all around the cycle again.
So in a month or so if I start whining about the dreary rain and lack of daylight just remind me the next season is right around the corner. And there’s ALWAYS something to look forward to.
by Susan Lobb Porter | Life
Aside from a bit of rain earlier in the month we’ve been blissfully coasting through autumn around here. Sunny skies. Comfy temps. Everyone saying aren’t we lucky. But today fall became AUTUMN. Like someone flicked the switch.
Woke up this morning and it was DARK. Like, when did that happen? All I wanted to do was snuggle down deeper under the comforter and grab a few more ZZZZZZZZs until the sun came up and it became a proper morning.
But I have a job. So I had to get up. Go to work. Be indoors all day and not realize weather was happening until I got home.
Sure were a lot of leaves on the ground. Like walking through a box of cornflakes. No sneaking up on anyone tonight. Especially since I like to crunch them. Like to kick ’em around and make lots of noise. Because it’s fun. And I can.
The horses’ water looked like pine needle soup.
And Thursday could be snow, depending on who you listen to.
Love this time of year!
