The colors seem especially brilliant this year with all the rain and overcast skies.
More so than any season, in October I feel I’m like going out into a new landscape every morning.
I find that I want to spend as much time as I can outside, even in the rain.
I want to tell you about reaching up
into the apple tree
to pick a wild apple,
when a shower came down from the leaves
and a drop fell on the corner of my right eye
and rolled down my face —
a single tear.
It was just a walk. A walk together. But I needed this so very much. Just to be outside in the autumn air, surrounded by the wild world and the people I love — this is such a great gift.
Still soaking it up.
All the autumn
all the leaves
all the hours we can spend
She took me down the big pine hill to the edge of the woods where she’d found an old gnarled apple tree. The apples were beautiful, delicious, and surprisingly blemish free. We gathered them together and I told her that my favorite apples come from trees that are wild.
This bounty kept us busy all day long!
One thing I like most about doing a daily photo project is how I’ve begun to recognize the ebb and flow of creative energy. I’ll often have a particularly inspiring photography session — a burst of ideas — just after a dull-feeling day or series of days.
The apple tree
on the lane —
“It must be more than 60 years old,”
And it still gives
Who planted it?
How many have gathered from its branches?
The tree stretches out its limbs and fruit so willingly —
unlike the orchard down the road that now sits just behind
bright red “NO TRESPASSING” signs.
This question of belonging,
it dwells with me.
These old apple trees —
can we own them?