Golden Time-Moments in the Middle

While raking leaves this morning, I noticed the big oak’s leaves had turned their final brittle brown. Forty-eight hours ago, I stood underneath it and took pictures of their blazing golden glory. Seventy-two hours ago they were mostly green edged in yellow. Andy Warhol. That’s who I thought of while taking a break at the picnic... Continue Reading →

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