The Dancers and Colors . . .

Time to catch up on my Fall blogging . . . all of the posts that I began and never finished or published since school started are nagging at me, sitting heavily on my shoulders . . .

“With time, even a bear can learn to dance” — Yiddish Proverb

Early in September I saw several wild plants that looked like they were dancing. Spinning, flowing with the winds, flying with life. The fireweed and several other flowers had gone to seed and the mushrooms were popping up everywhere. The most glorious and beautiful dancing in nature takes place in the Fall. The last twirls in the breezes, new colorful costumes with frills and boas, ending in flights through the air and landing on beds of confetti.

“Dancing is moving to the music without stepping on anyone’s toes, pretty much the same as life.” ~Robert Braul

Dancing is also what I have been doing with life. Not a graceful, beautiful dance in the leaves .. more like an ADHD fluttering from one life demand to the next. Stepping on toes, tripping over obstacles, squeaking by at the last-minute waltz.
Since “busyness” has its good points, the dance of my life this Fall is not bad, just a chaotic mess of things that drain my energy and at times my emotions. It is all manageable as long as my desire to finish things stays strong and my eyes remain open long enough to complete my work. When I can find a way to get outside and enjoy my favorite time of the year, life’s burdens ease so much. I am looking forward to the promise of calmness winter snows bring (No way, did I really just think that?);-)

“Dancing with the feet is one thing, but dancing with the heart is another.” ~Author Unknown

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“Your attitude is like a box of crayons that color your world. Constantly color your picture gray, and your picture will always be bleak. Try adding some bright colors to the picture by including humor, and your picture begins to lighten up.” ~ Allen Klein

Nature’s colors began changing so early and quickly this year I almost missed it. I did get a few quick walks with the dog and rain. Over the years, I have taken hundreds of pictures of the leaves changing color. This year I was in an abstract mood and avoided the normal shots to try something different .. shake it up a bit as I have also been out teaching photography to my students and after watching their beginnings I am challenged to expand my camera-sight as well. When I try new things with my camera, they don’t always turn out .. but, I learn something new.

“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way – things I had no words for.” ~ Georgia O’Keeffe

Except for the stubborn oaks, most of the leaves are off the trees. The ground is a carpet of color. The thick brush of the woods is gone and I can once again see the neighboring cabin through the trees and glimpses of cars on the road. Sound travels farther (the wedding dance at the resort three miles down the road really wasn’t in my front yard last saturday night ;-)). The orange clothing of hunters wandering the woods increases every weekend as the number of ducks, geese and swans lessens. Fall is in its twilight days here … and I want to soak up as much of this perfect season as I can.

“Colors are the smiles of nature.” ~ Leigh Hunt
Those small white spots are feathers. Yes, feathers … lots of feathers. The swans have had several parties at my end of the lake in the past few weeks and they get rather rambunctious. The aftermath looks like they were having “pillow fights” (see post at Bear In Sight for pictures)

~ by bearyweather on October 18, 2014.