This year the autumn color assaults my senses. Frequent walks in the woods of Tamanend present me with an unending palette of hues. I have been looking for unusual color combinations in leaves as well as identifying as many hues of color I see in the trees. Some leaves have as many as four colors: yellow with speckles of red and orange and green veins. So far my list of colors observed includes: varied hues of green, yellow, gold, orange, yellow-orange, burnt umber, burnt sienna, brown, tan, red, peach, purple, maroon.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, one of my favorite poets, captures the feeling of wanting to embrace every last image of the indescribable beauty before me in her poem God's World.
GOD'S WORLD
O WORLD, I cannot hold thee close enough!
O WORLD, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!
Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I this;
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart. Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year.
Thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!
Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I this;
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart. Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year.
My soul is all but out of me,—let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
All photographs taken by me in Tamanend.
1 comment:
Gorgeous photographs. Thanks for sharing!
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