Kathryn Albertson Park

I had forgotten about the photos I snapped when I was taking family pictures for my eldest brother.  Landscapes are not my ususal subject but my eye was drawn to the colors and reflections of this scene.  I feel peaceful when I look at this view.  Fall being one of my two favorite seasons, this reminding me of how poignant an artist Mother Nature is.  Her brush whispers against each leaf and brings hidden color to life.  For a short moment the painting is brilliant and then quickly falters and fades as cold winter fingers caress and pluck the leaves from seasoned branches.  It is not cruelty that blows solitary leaves from their tree top homes, but the cycle of life.  One leaf dies and petals fade preparing for the rebirth that is named Spring.  We all move through this cycle.  Some more willingly than others as we enjoy and find the pleasures of each life season.  I can gaze at this photo and know I have not yet reached my russet red age but realize my hot days of summer are coming to an end sooner than I ever anticipated.

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