10.29.2009

Something to look at and something to laugh at.

Look:







I love these fall film photographs taken by Brian Ferry. Here is his photo blog and here is his flickr.


Laugh:

Colin Nissan: "You're either ready to reap this freaky-assed harvest or you're not."
Read his entire autumn essay over at McSweeny's (via Even* Cleveland).
I laughed and laughed.




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There's a seasonal hysteria that causes people to scramble out to Huber's in droves, wear scarves even on the hottest October days, and frantically buy a motley assortment of gourds they will probably never eat. I am especially hysterical. Right this very moment, there are wild bouquets of yarrow and goldenrod hanging to dry (the makings of a harvest-themed wreath) in my bedroom closet, rigged up on coat hangers between my flannel shirt-dress and sweater collection. There are three different squashes in a basket on the table, one of which will become a natural incense burner, after I hollow out the inside, carve out leaf-shaped openings, and press whole cloves into the interior's flesh. I made an owl mask out of tree bark, for crying out loud. And of course, this is all fun and so delightful, but I am not in the least bit sane. Maybe because in the Midwest, the transient seasons instill a sense of urgency. The changing leaves, pumpkin patches, and apple cider -I want to use it all up before the snow comes. Does anyone else feel that way?

Kurt and I went on a walk last night after dark. I was thinking of all of my chores, plans and unfinished projects that I've somehow associated with fall. Things I thought I should have been doing.

The sun had left a piece of smokey-orange sky behind the trees and rooftops. For blocks and blocks, there were black and blue shadowed porches with bright yellow light streaming out of every window. Thick layers of wet leaves were suctioned to the pavement, like walking through a bowl of soggy cornflakes. It is just cold enough to wear a hoodie and have your nose turn pink. The air smelled like fire, smoked meat and rotting leaves - delicious, actually. This was better than any jerky hayride or crowded pumpkin patch, I realized. Sometimes the best way to capture the essence of the season is to open your eyes and do nothing at all. I just needed to step away from all the busyness to find what I was looking for.

2 comments:

  1. why thank you!

    and i must also thank you for that link to mcsweeneys. absolutely hilarious. "Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, a-holes!"

    enjoy your autumn.

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  2. why thank you!

    and i must also thank you for that link to mcsweeneys. absolutely hilarious. "Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, a-holes!"

    enjoy your autumn.

    ReplyDelete

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