I'M FALLING

Fall is my favorite season and why not? For a dreamy and delightfully, though delicately,  depressed fiction writer and photographer, the poignancy of this second last chapter of the year is simply irresistible. The harvest as the  harbinger of the Big Sleep to come...

When others drive hundreds of miles to zoom about for a  weekend on the twisted roads of rural Vermont or Central Ontario to view the fall colors, with the satellite radio in the SUV blaring loud music or bad news, the rustic artist walks a few steps into his backyard and contemplates wild apples fallen upon a background of leaves and grass, then sums it all up in 1/15 of a second at f:32--all the vivid sadness and gay decay--all the sweet ephemera.

"To encapsulate the macrocosm in the microcosm… " It says that in my job description.