November 13, 2008
Ah, autumn
The election is over. (Yay! Things will change … somewhat.) It would be safe to listen to the news again, except for the economic horrors. Remember that retirement you had? Even so, my friends and I are walking around saying, "I feel like this great weight has been lifted off my shoulders." You get used to the oppression over the course of eight years, you almost don't notice it anymore until the mere prospect of it ending comes along.
Anyway, autumn is my favorite time of year.
The most beautiful light.
Sunset in Libby Hill Park
Romantic vistas in lovely colors.
The namesake view
Over last weekend, I got my glimpses of autumn colors from the train south and when Oz and I went out in town. Blue skies, golden leaves, red leaves, gold and green drought-stressed pines. All that color, and more than 18 inches from my face! My eyes felt so exercised. It was lovely while it lasted. From the train north on Tuesday I saw only winter browns.
The dark part of the year is at hand. Of course, the dark part of the year is also the part with the most pie, so one can't complain.