tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post7086210536782126579..comments2023-12-27T22:26:20.552-05:00Comments on synch-ro-ni-zing: Ode to Autumn, by John KeatsRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-58193043214443199062010-09-28T14:12:56.927-04:002010-09-28T14:12:56.927-04:00Oh, the light and color of autumn. How flawlessly ...Oh, the light and color of autumn. How flawlessly you capture them in your lens. Really, have you put your photos in a Shutterfly book? You'd be thrilled with the reproduction and then you could look at them all the time!Jeaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17482528482559445943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-37285467113716466462010-09-28T05:03:46.069-04:002010-09-28T05:03:46.069-04:00Kathleen, now he is an excellent inspiration for a...<b>Kathleen</b>, now he is an excellent inspiration for an escort to the Willow Ball. So sensitive and full of the best kind of romance.<br /><br />Thank you very much for stopping by after Bonnie's fine interview and for your kind comment.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-4468125234087862792010-09-25T17:25:10.692-04:002010-09-25T17:25:10.692-04:00Keats! Maybe I shall invite him to escort me to Wi...Keats! Maybe I shall invite him to escort me to Willow's Ball! Thank you Ruth! (Here by way of Bonnie's masterful interview and your delightful responses!)Kathleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18372015226222285350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-57794055292088978352010-09-24T06:41:09.035-04:002010-09-24T06:41:09.035-04:00I know, Elizabeth, what a precious soul he was. Hi...I know, <b>Elizabeth</b>, what a precious soul he was. His tenderness keeps on its softening work, in me.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-8543471408948488832010-09-24T06:38:06.524-04:002010-09-24T06:38:06.524-04:00Your stunning images really capture the spirit of...Your stunning images really capture the spirit of Keats' deeply moving poem.<br />They are so very beautiful.<br /><br />The last quotation breaks my heart.elizabethhttp://elizabethwix.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-79801542880873092752010-09-24T06:27:10.721-04:002010-09-24T06:27:10.721-04:00Terresa, you must be sapped. And I won't even ...<b>Terresa</b>, you must be sapped. And I won't even mention that it's a <i>dry</i> heat. :|Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-6685852645855763542010-09-24T06:25:53.245-04:002010-09-24T06:25:53.245-04:00Neighbor! Well I never knew that I would literally...<b>Neighbor</b>! Well I never knew that I would literally be greeting you with my comment welcome. Yay!<br /><br />Thank you for your kindness about the photos. I might not worry about manual settings for some time. Who knows?<br /><br />Your collage of George's gorgeous images was a sweet and creative way to highlight his gallery of images, just wonderful.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-84596181493855719632010-09-24T06:22:57.639-04:002010-09-24T06:22:57.639-04:00Hello, dear Christina, beautiful friend. Thank you...Hello, dear <b>Christina</b>, beautiful friend. Thank you.<br /><br />xoxoRuthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-17940939919420760652010-09-24T03:12:13.155-04:002010-09-24T03:12:13.155-04:00Breathtaking pictures. We are not feeling fall in...Breathtaking pictures. We are not feeling fall in the least here, in fact, I was helping at my kid's school today and heard one of the kids tell their teacher it was "chilly" today. Yeah, at 95 degrees, when it's considered chilly, you Know you live in the desert. <br /><br />:)*https://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-81220162659818202402010-09-23T17:11:25.810-04:002010-09-23T17:11:25.810-04:00Ruth,
well, no wonder everyone on Bonnie's bl...Ruth,<br /><br />well, no wonder everyone on Bonnie's blog was exclaiming over your photos! They are lovely and I wouldn't worry a bit about the manual settings!<br /><br />Funny, I thought for a moment that your comment box had some clever little ability to know my blogger name (maybe it does?), which I picked so I could be randomly greeted with, "Hello, Neighbor!" at unexpected intervals by those who like the phrase too :-). <br /><br />So, "hello, neighbor" back to you,temporaryreality (Wendy)https://www.blogger.com/profile/03043074840658806458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-26234898512072317922010-09-23T16:36:59.312-04:002010-09-23T16:36:59.312-04:00i love each inch of this post, with all my heart. ...i love each inch of this post, with all my heart. <br />hello friend. <br />: )christinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15541888793748453425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-26615358772773002792010-09-23T15:55:26.274-04:002010-09-23T15:55:26.274-04:00Boots, from what Vagabonde, Pamela and others tell...<b>Boots</b>, from what Vagabonde, Pamela and others tell me, Atlanta has been something else this year, still in the thick of the heat. We look forward to seeing Amy & Dennis tomorrow! I'm sure they'll enjoy the cool of autumn, although we have had quite an Indian summer the last couple of days.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-79413136014443366712010-09-23T15:54:15.420-04:002010-09-23T15:54:15.420-04:00Pat, thank you. Michigan is a gorgeous place. I wo...<b>Pat</b>, thank you. Michigan is a gorgeous place. I wonder if you and your husband have travelled through here.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-71220300882536570222010-09-23T15:53:35.839-04:002010-09-23T15:53:35.839-04:00Dusti, I ineffably love the word ineffably.<b>Dusti</b>, I ineffably love the word <i>ineffably</i>.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-69494825534900577432010-09-23T15:53:11.265-04:002010-09-23T15:53:11.265-04:00Hello, Sheila, it's nice of you to visit from ...Hello, <b>Sheila</b>, it's nice of you to visit from Bonnie's generous interview, thank you. I'm glad that you get to see this kind of world every morning too. wish everyone could.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-43141284641118959482010-09-23T12:56:41.301-04:002010-09-23T12:56:41.301-04:00THIS is why I love Autumn, Ruth. Your images tran...THIS is why I love Autumn, Ruth. Your images transport me back to earlier years when I lived with the change of seasons...long before California and Georgia. It's good to be back in a clime where the seasons are 'real' again. I've needed that. If you can help it, I know you will plan to stay there, year after year.Ginnie Harthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14014434422568561157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-39502246274615367152010-09-23T10:28:10.578-04:002010-09-23T10:28:10.578-04:00Gosh those photos are stunning!Gosh those photos are stunning!Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17756564685282866773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-17231149037695808112010-09-23T10:23:13.613-04:002010-09-23T10:23:13.613-04:00Like is not an appropriate word... I ineffably lov...Like is not an appropriate word... I ineffably love said size of comments!whohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00833965078648754991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-52116668393790216472010-09-23T09:44:28.154-04:002010-09-23T09:44:28.154-04:00Ruth - I'm so pleased that Bonnie introduced h...Ruth - I'm so pleased that Bonnie introduced her readers to you this morning. your photos remind me of the misty morning I see outside my windows on my farm today.Sheilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17747219456841194840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-24491201691107195542010-09-23T05:55:49.438-04:002010-09-23T05:55:49.438-04:00Oliag, I've seen that happen here too, but not...<b>Oliag</b>, I've seen that happen here too, but not this year. We have had a lot of rain, though we did go without it for a few weeks. Nothing got brown around us, something I don't remember any other year.<br /><br />I hope you will still get a lot of color, something you must look forward to in New England, so you can go <i>leafing</i> or <i>leaf peeping</i>. :)Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-57168492656325921822010-09-23T05:53:24.340-04:002010-09-23T05:53:24.340-04:00Vagabonde, I know you can only dream of autumn now...<b>Vagabonde</b>, I know you can only dream of autumn now, so hot it is in Atlanta. May things cool down soon.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-13622671217301280722010-09-23T05:50:19.245-04:002010-09-23T05:50:19.245-04:00Dusti, . . .
for no lonely bird would sing
Into ...<b>Dusti</b>, . . . <br /><br /><i>for no lonely bird would sing<br />Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,</i><br /><br />In fact, it's so beautiful, I'm going to post the whole poem. (And I know you like long comments, so . . . ) :)<br /><br /><b>Autumn</b><br />by Thomas Hood<br /><br />I SAW old Autumn in the misty morn<br />Stand shadowless like Silence, listening<br />To silence, for no lonely bird would sing<br />Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,<br />Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;--<br />Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright<br />With tangled gossamer that fell by night,<br /> Pearling his coronet of golden corn.<br /><br />Where are the songs of Summer?--With the sun,<br />Oping the dusky eyelids of the south,<br />Till shade and silence waken up as one,<br />And Morning sings with a warm odorous mouth.<br />Where are the merry birds?--Away, away,<br />On panting wings through the inclement skies,<br /> Lest owls should prey<br /> Undazzled at noonday,<br />And tear with horny beak their lustrous eyes.<br /><br />Where are the blooms of Summer?--In the west,<br />Blushing their last to the last sunny hours,<br />When the mild Eve by sudden Night is prest<br />Like tearful Proserpine, snatch'd from her flow'rs<br /> To a most gloomy breast.<br />Where is the pride of Summer,--the green prime,--<br />The many, many leaves all twinkling?--Three<br />On the moss'd elm; three on the naked lime<br />Trembling,--and one upon the old oak-tree!<br /> Where is the Dryad's immortality?--<br />Gone into mournful cypress and dark yew,<br />Or wearing the long gloomy Winter through<br /> In the smooth holly's green eternity.<br /><br />The squirrel gloats on his accomplish'd hoard,<br />The ants have brimm'd their garners with ripe grain,<br /> And honey bees have stored<br />The sweets of Summer in their luscious cells;<br />The swallows all have wing'd across the main;<br />But here the Autumn melancholy dwells,<br /> And sighs her tearful spells<br />Amongst the sunless shadows of the plain.<br /> Alone, alone,<br /> Upon a mossy stone,<br />She sits and reckons up the dead and gone<br />With the last leaves for a love-rosary,<br />Whilst all the wither'd world looks drearily,<br />Like a dim picture of the drowned past<br />In the hush'd mind's mysterious far away,<br />Doubtful what ghostly thing will steal the last<br />Into that distance, gray upon the gray.<br /><br />O go and sit with her, and be o'ershaded<br />Under the languid downfall of her hair:<br />She wears a coronal of flowers faded<br />Upon her forehead, and a face of care;--<br />There is enough of wither'd everywhere<br />To make her bower,--and enough of gloom;<br />There is enough of sadness to invite,<br />If only for the rose that died, whose doom<br />Is Beauty's,--she that with the living bloom<br />Of conscious cheeks most beautifies the light:<br />There is enough of sorrowing, and quite<br />Enough of bitter fruits the earth doth bear,--<br />Enough of chilly droppings for her bowl;<br />Enough of fear and shadowy despair,<br />To frame her cloudy prison for the soul!Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-29900150881230517522010-09-23T01:11:54.635-04:002010-09-23T01:11:54.635-04:00Happy Autumn Ruth! What a nice way to celebrate t...Happy Autumn Ruth! What a nice way to celebrate the first day of the season with Keats and your gorgeous photos:) Here in my yard the leaves are falling already...but from lack of rain! I'm worried that there will be less color than usual because of this:(GailOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09556665956317683667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-45011984377871542812010-09-22T22:55:27.266-04:002010-09-22T22:55:27.266-04:00Lovely lovely pictures, Ruth, they are quite good....Lovely lovely pictures, Ruth, they are quite good. I can see Fall in your locale – a new season in the horizon – your photos make me dream…Vagabondehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10774109692564954568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-92022963802814316952010-09-22T21:21:34.473-04:002010-09-22T21:21:34.473-04:00Perfectly in synch with what I saw in today's ...Perfectly in synch with what I saw in today's print.<br /><br />"I saw old Autumn in the misty morn<br />Stand shadowless like silence,listening<br />To silence."<br /><br />-Thomas Hood, English author b1799 d1845<br /><br />(foloyell to verify)whohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00833965078648754991noreply@blogger.com