The Seasons Reexamined

During each time of the year, I’ve found a particular form of inspiration. In this blog, I explore that period from fall into early winter. The changing of leave,s of course, thrills us with color. Before the first snow when most of the leaves have dropped, many people feel that the earth has lost its beauty. The land is brown and drab, you’ll hear them say. Contrary to that thought, I have found beauty that evokes profound emotions. I continue see a world full of exciting color. So join me on a walk through a forest of color in various phases. The photos are from my property near Hermann, Missouri. Most have been the result of early morning walks with my dog Smooch.

Into the Abyss


As Autumn is in its waning days and Winter is almost upon us, the earth yet again. Most all the leaves have fallen, but a few still hang on. The mornings are frequently mist laden as the colder night air settles onto the warmer Missouri River. I awaken to scenes that seem to drift off into smoky nothingness.

A Morning Walk in November

The muted colors of late autumn combined with the softening effects of morning mist are the foundations of this image. The road leads the viewer into the story told by the picture, as the green and gold foliage in the foreground anchors the whole.

A Season of Color and Light

On autumn mornings, I often find bursts of color and light that are a form of visual poetry.

A Most Favored Nation

This is an area in our woods that I have photographed repeatedly in the 25 years I’ve lived here. Even when I don’t have a camera in my hand, I visit this spot to admire and love it. The idea of a most favored nation is of course political, but in the case of this place in the forest where I return over and over, it applies in a much more profound way.

Earth’s Morning Breath

In each morning, there is the breath of the earth. The inspiration and the respiration of the planet manifests itself in dew, fog, mist, clouds. The autumn of the year is a time that especially exemplifies this as deciduous trees paint the forest with exciting color and light.

Then Sprinkle Maple All Over

The forest is like a giant confection in the fall of the year. For me, the allure and the sweetness of the way deciduous trees change is akin to pastry shops of my childhood. I’m pulled in, entranced, and filled with dreams and desires that don’t require anything more than to experience how good it all looks.

Every Hour is a Miracle

The title is from the poem Miracles by Walt Whitman. This was included in Leaves of Grass. The actual line was ‘To me, every hour of light and dark is a miracle’. That just seemed a bit too long for the title of a picture.

A Dogwood’s Death and Dawn

This is in our yard. The red foliage is the eponymous dogwood in the glory of its final throes, while simultaneously recreating itself through its seeds for rebirth in a future season.

They Preach the Ancient Law of Life

In a collection of essays written by Hermann Hesse in 1920, he spoke of his love of trees. The title of this image is extracted from that essay. This is how it originally reads: “Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.” Hermann Hesse I have listened to trees and heard them. Their words of wisdom have reached within my soul and changed my life with their message and their touch.

Poems That the Earth Writes on the Sky

Kahlil Gibran said in his poem, Sand and Foam “Trees are poems that the earth writes on the sky” It was only a matter of time before I found this line and it became a title for one of my pictures. 


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