The Fall Treasure Hunt weekend 2021 will be chronicled here soon enough, but not this soon. A few days of recovery and recuperation from the whirlwind that was the Ilagan twins are necessary. It was actually quite a fun weekend, one that captured the magic that is the eleven-year mark. Before that, however, I offer a few photos of fall in fruition to truly tick the next seasonal chapter.
The forest is filled with such fruit at this time of the year – a bit of recompense for letting the summer slip away. The colors are more subdued but the form is finer, their intricate architecture the real beauty at hand.
Scattered along the edge of the woods are these purple asters, little stars and explosions of color in a world where much of it has begun to drain.
These bring back memories of walking the Marginal Way in Ogunquit, that beautiful place by the sea that has been calling to me of late. I’m setting a goal of making it back there next spring.
For the moment, the memory conjured by this fall beauty will have to suffice.
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