I'm still recovering from all the fun I had visiting with Rebekah and Josh last weekend. Looking over the photos I took, I still can't believe it's a week later. In my mind I still feel like I'm back there with them in Janesville! Or like I could just walk next door and there's their house. If I ever wanted to have the super ability to teleport, I'd love to have it now. Words... not even song lyrics can describe clearly how wonderful our visit was. All I can say is wish you were there! And here's the closest thing I can get to teleporting you there... but first we're going to jump into the mountain of leaves Rebekah's daughter Savannah and her friend Ricky created the afternoon just before I left for home! With us is Rebekah's sister Rachael (jeez, hope I spelled your name right! Reply to me and let me know what your mindsay blog is again, Rachael!) who was an absolute gem to hang out with. You all gave me such fond memories, it makes me weep with joy!!!
Before I went go bye-bye, I couldn't resist playing in Rebekah's houseplants:
I want to write more, but the computer labs at the university close in five minutes and I've been sleeping in late (or is that staying up late? BOTH) for the last couple days. More to come! I love sharing. Yay!
"And diamond stars shine glitter bright. Gorging your Sanhedralite... Words are falling to the floor. Glands stand pouring fruit tree. Now they glisten on the waterline... See how you are at the shore" and if you know where those lyrics are from, you are singing along with the song in my head as I review these photographs from the last three weeks.
Early this month I was honored to have Rebekah as a guest. We stayed up all night and we were lucky to wake in time before the sun went dark.
I can touch the sky over the surface of the water.
Sunlight sent rainbow shards dancing out all around us.
Rebekah looks comfy lying on the bright yellow leaves. She was like a velvet black cat pouncing all along the trees. I like how wide her eyes are here, like at any moment she was about to leap up and play.
Those yellow leaves really spoke to us. Couldn't help but let our hair loose down over the ground. The sunlight perfectly frames Rebekah's face here.
I love this drainage tunnel and how mysterious it can be. A magical juxaposition of man made material and nature. In the distance the opposite tunnel opening appears skull-like. Rebekah seems very steampunk here, her camera her mystical divining device...
Savannah was a blur of impatience struggling against the chill in the air.
Almost a week later, it was all clouds and ice and rain.
The shore is crowded with fallen leaves that seem inviting, a heavy wet blanket of color I want to dive into.
These leaves appear like barrettes in a thorny mass of branches.
All summer long I've watched these two little trees intertwine. As the green fades, the branches and leaves seem to depart and more of a portal emerges, leading to tiny places beyond.
More drops of wet bejewel the leaves.
Even without sun, the darkened birches are warmed by the orange leaves.
It was snowing here, but only barely.
The snow didn't stay. It's too early for that. Instead the wet hangs like moonstone drops all along the naked branches.
A dry day.
I can't resist playing in the leaves.
The marshland is flooded from the rain, but here the honey and marigold color of the leaves make me think it's flooded with honey and I long to get stuck in there and dream.
My favorite neighborhood weeping willow calls to me...
I look forward to more adventures with Rebekah this Samhain weekend. The trees are always there, inviting us to play!
I live in a region that does not get snow. Occasionally we get the odd bit of snow, just a dusting really, and it seems that the entire world shuts down. The south simply is not equipped to deal with it. Of course there has been some ice storms due to the fact that the entire atmosphere is not consistently cold enough to produce snow but freezing just the same. The ice storms are awful in truth. In a short period of time a lot of damage can be dne in an area not meant to handle it. Trees fall, limbs go trough roofs and pwer and telephone lines get torn down rapidly. Restoring order is a process since the situation is rare enough that trucks which can manuver in such a situation is not where the money goes, so we have very few.
Then it is hot as the dickens in summer. Good lord is it hot!
But there is an upside. To me, a non-native from the north, there is no winter, only an extended fall. I love fall. Adore fall! It's January and the final leaves have fallen, the ones with colors that is, while many oaks still retain a leaf coverage, albeit in shades of brown, but they are just lovely. They take on that beautiful transparent look. New buds are already on some early spring plants. It just blows me away. There has been a soft rain for days. The world is a beautiful place.
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I live in a region that does not get snow. Occasionally we get the odd bit of snow, just a dusting really, and it seems that the entire world shuts down. The south simply is not equipped to deal with it. Of course there has been some ice storms due to the fact that the entire atmosphere is not consistently cold enough to produce snow but freezing just the same. The ice storms are awful in truth. In a short period of time a lot of damage can be dne in an area not meant to handle it. Trees fall, limbs go trough roofs and pwer and telephone lines get torn down rapidly. Restoring order is a process since the situation is rare enough that trucks which can manuver in such a situation is not where the money goes, so we have very few. 
