F-f-f-all

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F-f-f-all

Not as good as the real thing, but the best I can do in five minutes with a set of felt pens. I am bewildered by the presence of so many colors, sometimes on the same tree and there are not enough pencils in y pencil box to do anything other than approximate.

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The light is incredible. Sometimes the tree seems to have stored all the summer sunshine in its leaves and, rain or shine, the light comes pouring out to enlighten us.

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And those reflections … the Beaver Pond doubles the color, turning the trees upside down and fragmenting their foliage, this way, that way. Pointillistic at one point, impressionistic at another, almost never cubist, although we can sense tilting planes in this upside-down surreal world that leaves us snatching at each new imposed reality of color and light.

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Stand beneath the trees. Look up through those leaves. Watch the light raining down, glimpses of blue between the orange, red, yellow, green and tawny leaves. I don’t have enough names for their colors. Green: what is green, what does it mean? I can see it, feel it, crumple it between my fingers if I am quick enough to catch a falling leaf … but what is it exactly, and what does it mean?

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Espejismo and doble espejismo: the viewing of the world through a mirror, understanding what is a shadow and taking it for the real thing. And here, the shock of each red leaf turned into a shark’s bite of blood within still waters. Two worlds really: the top half normal and the bottom half turned upside down, leaf turned to color and color turned to a crimson streak.

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There, see, catch them quick before they are gone, these autumn northern lights, this floating aurora borealis, this word picture trapped in these oh-so clumsy, oh-so fragile, oh-so imperfect words. Perfection, imperfection, and words and pencils shuffled to create the unreality of an autumn dream.

 

 

2 thoughts on “F-f-f-all

  1. This essay is un-f-f-forgettable! I think your insights into fall colours is charming. You clearly have and artist’s eye, coupled with a writer’s line. I love this one, Roger.

    On Fri., Oct. 11, 2019, 8:27 a.m. rogermoorepoet, wrote:

    > rogermoorepoet posted: ” F-f-f-all Not as good as the real thing, but the > best I can do in five minutes with a set of felt pens. I am bewildered by > the presence of so many colors, sometimes on the same tree. The light is > incredible. Sometimes the tree seems to have stored a” >

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    • Thanks, Chuck: it’s so difficult to find something different to say about fall in Canada. For 53 years I have marveled at it and tried to express it and I still fumble for words. I guess drawings and photos make a difference … and that is good.

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