“I've got nothing to do today but smile.” ~Paul Simon

 “Keep your best wishes 

close to your heart 

and watch 

what happens” 

~Tony DeLiso

 
Pictures with my niece, Hannah
Provincetown, Cape Cod
November 2013

“...and the leaves were telling secrets to the wind.” ~Peter Mulvey

I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet ... the evenings in late autumn time, when the white mist creeps across the fields, making it seem as though old Earth, feeling the night air cold to its poor bones, were drawing ghostly bedclothes round its withered limbs.

JEROME K. JEROME, "Silhouettes"

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I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet ... the evenings in late autumn time, when the white mist creeps across the fields, making it seem as though old Earth, feeling the night air cold to its poor bones, were drawing ghostly bedclothes round its withered limbs.

JEROME K. JEROME, "Silhouettes"

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 I love the chill October days, 

when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden 

underneath your feet ... 

the evenings in late autumn time, 

when the white mist 

creeps across the fields, 

making it seem as though old Earth, 

feeling the night air cold to its poor bones, 

were drawing ghostly bedclothes 

round 

its withered limbs. 

~Jerome K. Jerome

a tapestry of leaves at 

Nickerson State Park

in autumn. October 2013.

“Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.” ~ Kurt Vonnegut

 “She wanted 

none of those days to 

end, 

and it was always 

with disappointment 

that she watched the darkness 

stride 

forward. ” 

 ~Markus Zusak

Autumn at Nickerson.

Nickerson State Park.

Brewster, Cape Cod. 2013

“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.” ~John Muir

 “I do believe 

in an everyday 

sort of 

magic -- 

the inexplicable connectedness 

we sometimes experience 

with places, 

people, 

works of art 

 and the 

like; 

the eerie appropriateness of moments 

of synchronicity; 

the whispered voice, 

the hidden presence, 

when we think 

we're 

alone.” 

~Charles de Lint

Camping with my boys.

Nickerson State Park, Brewster.

September 2013