Photographs and Memories

Fall Color: What Was There All Along

Silently, steadily I waited for my passerine friends to return to their snacking, my seat becoming damp and chilled.  My neck ached and the lens wobbled, so I lowered my Nikon, fortunately. For in that unguarded moment my eye was caught by the imperceptible movement among the vines  beneath the siskin snack shop.  Stealthily I resumed my photographer’s yoga pose, a teeny-tiny path framed in my viewfinder. AH!  From the the oak leaf-blanketed vinca emerged a soft gray cylindrical body, with barely a trace of eye or ear.  This pink limbed critter has probably been living among the rocks at lawn’s edge all summer.  It is only now, as I notice all of fall’s colors, that my mole lends her colors to my landscape palette. 

By Kay Strickland

I am a keeper of my family's lore, chasing after my ancestors' tales in south central New York, southwestern Pennsylvania and Southside Virginia. The stories and photographs that I share on this blog are my intellectual property. While I do my very best to provide well researched posts, I do not pretend to have reached genealogical proof standards. Therefore, much of this work is to generate conversation among interested parties. If you would like to share my work or my records, please contact me: dkaysdays (at) gmail (dot) com.

2 replies on “Fall Color: What Was There All Along”

I loved reading before seeing. Photographer’s yoga pose…what’s that? I want one (yoga pose and mole). Thanks for making my Sunday morning!

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