and textures, and states of decay.
oh, and snuffy.

from the front yard. some things, they still be a-blooming. and the bees fall asleep.

Close dahlia bud

Close pendulous dahlia

Close starburst

Close two dahlias, front yard

Close bee in dahlia

Close bug in dahlia

saturday sunset found me in the back seat of eddie (g in the front passenger seat, more on that later), bumping over FR19 and FR75 in west virginia on our way to dolly sods. we stopped at a beautiful scenic overlook, and continued on to bear rocks, where we watched the sun go down.

the scenic overlook was something like this:

with views along the trail, so:

Close dolly sods path, dusk

Close flowers on dolly sods path, dusk

Close dolly sods path, dusk

and overlooking the valley, the remains of the summer:

Close berries on dolly sods overlook, dusk

Close branches on dolly sods overlook, dusk

Close vegetation on path to dolly sods overlook, sunset

then, continuing on to bear rocks, walking along the bones of the earth. once entirely forested, dolly sods had been clear cut during the civil war. the sun dried out the peat moss, which eventually caught fire and burned away. what’s left is cranberry bog (in west virginia, no less, something that tweaks what little rhode island nature i have), blueberries, and a host of other berries. we saw little, as the sun was setting.

Close the wind blows in only one direction
Close sunset and moonrise over bear rocks	Close bear rocks, fairy rocks	Close fir and rocks

later i’ll put up the photos taken during eddie’s adventure on the canaan loop road. including parking in a stream to snap some shots. ah, eddie. so happy to have been lifted, winched, re-geared, and god knows what else has been done to him.

it’s time to move to the southern hemisphere, where they’re just moving into spring.

fall. pretty time of year, yes. but this year it seems more… autumnal. dying. an ending. and the late sunrises and early sunsets aren’t helping a bit (nor is the knowledge that DST starts late this year, so i’m doomed to an extra several weeks of the late/early combo). yay, seasonal affective disorder. i’m going to have to start sitting under my ultrabright light in the mornings again.

see, now, if i’d been fattening myself up, i could plan on hibernating for the next six months or so. that would rock.