In the San Francisco Bay Area, autumn has definitely set in, with the winter chill not far away. Rains have been abundant; skies have been ominous; creeks have overflown; leaves have been billowing high. As I await a few rays of morning light to capture the Christmas vignettes I have staged around my home; I offer this moody set of black and white photographs, reminiscent of the long lost days of pinhole cameras. Taken just a few weeks ago before major storms hit the area, I drove by the same spot a week ago; only to find just a few rusty leaves precariously holding on for dear life to their nude branches.
Once again, I turn to the poetry and writings of Rainer Maria Rilke...
Autumn, from the Book of Images by Rainer Maria Rilke
Leaves are falling, falling as if from afar,
as if, far off in the heavens, gardens are wilting.
And as they fall, their gestures say "it's over".
In the night the heavy Earth is falling
from out of all the stars into loneliness.
We all are falling. This hand here is falling.
Just look: it is in all of us.
Yet there is one who holds this falling
with infinite tenderness in her hands.
This weekend some sun rays caught light of my living room; just wait... within days, I will have Christmas sparkling in a new light of photographic vignettes.
Santa is coming to town, and that in its own special way... is also good for the soul...
... Are you ready?