Prince Snow Farm

11.18.2015

Walking Hand in Hand

We are stuck in between seasons here in Massachusetts.
Caught in a seasonal purgatory.






Sandwiched somewhere between the time of endless blossoms and abundant snowfall.


I don't think I am the only one who notices this strange in-between phase. 
It sneaks up on us as the last golden leaf falls…silent and unrepenting...





It is a time where embracing a neutral world becomes quite thrilling.



A time when the shoe polish colors of my childhood come to life…tan…cordovan…cognac…winter grape...




It is an interval of sorts, a path to another place...



…or another time...



…a field of yellow….a barren wood...






It is transition and solitude waking hand in hand.




10 comments:

  1. Gorgeous images of your changing scenery. We have the same thing going on here. Good shot of that Blue Jay! ((hugs)), Teresa :-)

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  2. "shoe polish colors of my childhood" — Love that description!

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  3. These things are what make November my 2nd favorite month of the year. After the pageantry of October, these colors bring me back down to earth. Lovely post!

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