A Catalog of 4 Days

photo by Sylvia

we pulled the leaves from the dill plants and the night fell with its fragrance 

with their humble happiness, the pumpkins beckoned

there was a bit of melancholy about the place; the distressed beauty of willful neglect but also a prescience in the way the sun fell in random slices through the thick afternoon clouds

she laughed when I ran outside to shoot the morning frost on the leaves and so I scampered, crunching the grass, taking the shots quickly, leaving an exhaled breath behind me

photo by Sylvia
photo by Sylvia
photo by Sylvia

34 thoughts on “A Catalog of 4 Days”

    1. Yes! The first three are from your lovely visit and the last one is Anne laughing at me as I ran outside to shoot the frost before it melted in the sun. Juliet and I miss you!😊

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  1. I really enjoyed this, Sylvia, thanks so much for this moment of serenity. The photos are wonderful, and your words were moving. I especially savored that last paragraph with the laughter and scampering and crunching frosty leaves.

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  2. Oh Sylvia, this is just wonderful. From the opening photo of the Dill, flowing over words so perfect and into more photos to ensure my sigh was “leaving an exhaled breath behind me” πŸ€—

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