Notes on October

The fog comes in on little cat feet.
–Carl Sandburg

And on those same little cat feet, it always seems to me on days like today, the summer goes out.

Even more so than the fog, autumn is the most enigmatic of natural phenomena; such incredible beauty arising out of relentless decay. Canadian raconteur Arthur Black once described this season as a velvet-gloved gentleman, tapping gently-but-insistently on our doors to warn of Old Man Winter’s approach. It’s a nice image, but my imagination can only reconcile it if the gentleman is F.Scott Fitzgerald.

All of which is an extended rationalisation for why I went out to Niagara this past sunny Sunday to see the fall colours, enjoyed them to the full, but didn’t take a single pic… then came home and took a bunch of shots during a random stroll down to the Second Cup on a misty Tuesday evening. And have now decided to inflict them on the readership.



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8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. shing_
    Oct 28, 2009 @ 03:24:38

    I love the red ones the best. Looking at the fall colours while driving up and down the DVP is the only good thing about my commute.

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  3. dendritejungle
    Oct 28, 2009 @ 22:38:59

    Ooooo! Purdy!

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  5. Shoebox
    Oct 29, 2009 @ 02:30:11

    Oh, nice! Yeah, my commute is basically the Industrial Wastelands Tour of Southern Ontario, so I’m all about the quiet residential streets when I get home.

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  7. Shoebox
    Oct 29, 2009 @ 02:30:51

    Thank you! 🙂

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