Elements of Autumn by David Galina

Elements of AUTUMN

A New Collection of Photo Art by David 0

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Elements of AUTUMN

First Published 2017 on Issuu Â© D J Favager 2017

Front Cover: Autumn in Tavistock Square This Page: Autumn Trees Back Cover: Images of Grosvenor Park, Chester

CONTENTS Introduction

page 6

1. Earth: Paths

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2. Wood: Trees

page 76

3. Water: Lakes

page 143

4. Air: Sun & Mists

page 199

To Autumn: John Keats (1795 – 1821) Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:

INTRODUCTION

or agni (fire), marut, vayu or pavan (air or wind) and vyom or shunya (space or zero) or akash (aether or void).

The Classical Elements

In the Pali literature, the mahabhuta (‘great elements’) or catudhatu (‘four elements’) are earth, water, fire and air. In Bön or ancient Tibetan philosophy, the five elemental processes of earth, water, fire, air and space are the essential materials of all existent phenomena or aggregates. The Chinese had a somewhat different series of elements, namely Fire, Earth, Metal (literally gold), Water and Wood, which were understood as different types of energy in a state of constant interaction and flux with one another, rather than the Western notion of different kinds of material. The doctrine of five phases describes two cycles of balance, a generating or creation cycle and an overcoming or destruction cycle of interactions between the phases:

Port Sunlight Village In many traditional systems existence, nature, the universe has been thought of as consisting of a certain number of basic elements. In Hinduism the system of five elements is found in the Vedas; these are bhūmi (earth), ap or jala (water), tejas

 Void or Sky/Heaven represented things not of our everyday life.

Generating Wood feeds fire; Fire creates earth (ash); Earth bears metal; Metal collects water; Water nourishes wood.

In classical thought, the four elements earth, water, air, and fire as proposed by Empedocles frequently occur; Aristotle added a fifth element, aether; it has been called akasha in India and quintessence in Europe.

Overcoming Earth, water and fire were, it seems, universal. Wood parts earth; Earth absorbs water; Water quenches fire; Fire melts metal; Metal chops wood. In Japan, influenced by Indian, Buddhist and Chinese traditions, they had a set of elements called the godai, literally ‘five great’:    

Grosvenor Park Arch Chester

Earth represented things that were solid. Water represented things that were liquid. Fire represented things that destroy. Air represented things that moved.

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In western culture, Autumn, it seems, was the last of the seasons to gain its own clear identity – to be ‘lexicalised’ as they say (meaning get its own word). Autumn's names across the Indo-European languages leave no evidence that there ever was a common word for it as there likely was for the other three seasons. Many ‘autumn’ words mean ‘end, end of summer’, or ‘harvest’: in Greek phthinoporon meant ‘waning of summer’; in Lithuanian ruduo ‘autumn’, comes from rudas meaning ‘reddish’, in a delightfully appropriate reference to leaves; in Old Irish fogamar literally meant ‘under-winter’.

Cottage, Lower Bebington With industrialisation and urbanisation the agricultural context became irrelevant to most people and the word ‘harvest’ became confined to the activity of reaping and the produce of the land. The season generally came to be called Autumn or Fall, a contraction of Middle English expressions like "fall of the leaf" and "fall of the year". Today use of ‘Fall’ is primarily confined to American English. In The King's English (1908), H.W. Fowler wrote that:

The word autumn possibly comes from the ancient Etruscan root ‘autu-‘ with connotations of the passing of the year or perhaps has the sense of ‘drying-up season’ as in the archaic English ‘sere-month’ meaning August. The original word was borrowed by the neighbouring Romans and became the Latin word ‘autumnus’. In medieval times the word ‘autumpne’ is found in English but before the 16th century, harvest was the term usually used to refer to the season, as it is common in other Germanic languages to this day (Dutch herfst, German Herbst and Scots hairst).

Fall is better on the merits than autumn, in every way: it is short, Saxon (like the other three season names), picturesque; it reveals its derivation to every one who uses it, not to the scholar only, like autumn. 9

of the late afternoon sun through the branches illuminating the foliage and dappling the moist earth beneath as well as the lingering haze in valleys and hollows before the heat of the day burns it off.

The Elements of Autumn

The concepts of harvest, abundance and fruitfulness inevitably evoke the bounteous earth; personifications of autumn include well-fed females adorned with fruits, vegetables and grains that ripen at this time. Many cultures feature autumnal harvest festivals, often the most important on their calendars. Apples, cider, pumpkins and turnips are particularly associated with the season. The predominant mood of these autumnal celebrations is a gladness for the fruits of the earth mixed with a certain melancholy linked to the fading beauty of the landscape, the transition from abundant life to cold, stark death heralding the imminent arrival of harsh weather. The possibilities of summer are gone, and the chill of winter is on the horizon. Skies turn grey, the amount of usable daylight drops rapidly, and many people turn inward, both physically and mentally. We can perhaps make a leap from melancholy and the ending of life to the element of the void. When the mist obscures the world around us that sense of space as a void is at its most powerful.

Autumn Hillside In Asian mysticism, Autumn is associated with the element of metal, and subsequently with the colour white, the White Tiger of the West, and death and mourning. How else might we envisage the elements of autumn? From the term ‘Fall’ we can make a link to the element of wood; the trees are the glory of autumn and the leaves and berries in their riot of various colours – green, blue, red, yellow and gold – on the branches or carpeting the ground beneath the trees on paths, in parks and woodlands is a wonderful annual feast to the senses. The autumn weather reminds us of the elements of wind, air and fire - the sky (powder blue or brooding grey), gentle breezes or tempestuous gales and the golden light 10

The images of autumn presented in this collection, accompanied by some classic autumn poems, are intended to capture some of these essential elements of autumn in traditional representational photographs and also in a purer form using abstract essentialist techniques of manipulation to distil the elements and thereby create striking visual images. The images are divided into four categories loosely representing the traditional elements: earth, wood (trees, leaves and berries), water (rivers and lakes) and air, wind, fire and void. The element of earth is here represented by pictures of autumn paths, which we might perhaps envisage as leading us onward, into old age anddeath and thence out into the new life of spring.

Pillar Box in Autumn

1. EARTH: PATHS

Autumn Day: Rainer Maria Rilke Herbsttag

Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Lay your shadow on the sundials and let loose the wind in the fields.

Herr: es ist Zeit. Der Sommer war sehr gross. Leg deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren, und auf den Fluren lass die Winde los.

Bid the last fruits to be full; give them another two more southerly days, press them to ripeness, and chase the last sweetness into the heavy wine.

Befiehl den letzten Fruchten voll zu sein; gieb innen noch zwei sudlichere Tage, drange sie zur Vollendung hin und jage die letzte Susse in den schweren Wein.

Whoever has no house now will not build one anymore. Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long time, will stay up, read, write long letters, and wander the avenues, up and down, restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.

Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr. Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben, wird wachen, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben und wird in den Alleen hin und her unruhig wandern, wenn die Blatter treiben.

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Autumn Lane near Willaston 2 15

Autumn Lane near Willaston 3 16

Autumn Lane near Willaston 4 17

Tavistock Square

Tavistock Square 2 18

Tavistock Square 3

Tavistock Square 4 19

An Autumn Evening: Lucy Maud Montgomery Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky Scarfed with its crimson pennons, and below The dome of sunset long, hushed valleys lie Cradling the twilight, where the lone winds blow And wake among the harps of leafless trees Fantastic runes and mournful melodies. The chilly purple air is threaded through With silver from the rising moon afar, And from a gulf of clear, unfathomed blue In the southwest glimmers a great gold star Above the darkening druid glens of fir Where beckoning boughs and elfin voices stir. And so I wander through the shadows still, And look and listen with a rapt delight, Pausing again and yet again at will To drink the elusive beauty of the night, Until my soul is filled, as some deep cup, That with divine enchantment is brimmed up.

Lane near Hooton

Lane near Hooton 2

Lane near Hooton 3

Lane near Hooton 4

Winding Lane near Willaston

Winding Lane near Willaston 2

Winding Lane near Willaston 3

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Winding Lane near Willaston 5 29

Winding Lane near Willaston 6 30

Winding Lane near Willaston 7 31

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Winding Lane near Willaston 11 35

A Song of Autumn: Adam Lindsay Gordon ‘WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad At the falling of the year, When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad, When the boughs are yellow and sere? Where are the old ones that once we had, And when are the new ones near? What shall we do for our garlands glad At the falling of the year?’ ‘Child! can I tell where the garlands go? Can I say where the lost leaves veer On the brown-burnt banks, when the wild winds blow, When they drift through the dead-wood drear? Girl! when the garlands of next year glow, You may gather again, my dear— But I go where the last year’s lost leaves go At the falling of the year.

Park in Autumn

Park in Autumn 2

Park in Autumn 3

Park in Autumn 4

Port Sunlight Village

Port Sunlight Village 1

Port Sunlight Village 3

Port Sunlight Village 4

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Dee Suspension Bridge 52

Dee Suspension Bridge 53

Grosvenor Park 54

Grosvenor Park 2 55

Grosvenor Park 3 56

Grosvenor Park 4 57

Grosvenor Park Arch 1 & 2 58

Grosvenor Park Arch 3

Ashton Park 62

Ashton Park 63

Ashton Park 64

Lotherton Hall Park 65

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Lotherton Hall Park

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Comberbach 72

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When change is on the heart. Gay words and jests may make us smile, When Sorrow is asleep; But other things must make us smile, When Sorrow bids us weep!

The Autumn: Elizabeth Barrett Browning Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound. The summer sun is faint on them -The summer flowers depart -Sit still -- as all transform'd to stone, Except your musing heart.

The dearest hands that clasp our hands, -Their presence may be o'er; The dearest voice that meets our ear, That tone may come no more! Youth fades; and then, the joys of youth, Which once refresh'd our mind, Shall come -- as, on those sighing woods, The chilling autumn wind.

How there you sat in summer-time, May yet be in your mind; And how you heard the green woods sing Beneath the freshening wind. Though the same wind now blows around, You would its blast recall; For every breath that stirs the trees, Doth cause a leaf to fall.

Hear not the wind -- view not the woods; Look out o'er vale and hillIn spring, the sky encircled them -The sky is round them still. Come autumn's scathe -- come winter's cold -Come change -- and human fate! Whatever prospect Heaven doth bound, Can ne'er be desolate.

Oh! like that wind, is all the mirth That flesh and dust impart: We cannot bear its visitings,

2. WOOD: TREES

Late Autumn: William Allingham October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the slowly falling leaf. The dignity of woods in rich decay Accords full well with this majestic grief That clothes our solemn purple hills to-day, Whose afternoon is hush'd, and wintry brief Only a robin sings from any spray. And night sends up her pale cold moon, and spills White mist around the hollows of the hills, Phantoms of firth or lake; the peasant sees His cot and stockyard, with the homestead trees, Islanded; but no foolish terror thrills His perfect harvesting; he sleeps at ease

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Tree near Willaston 2 79

Tree near Willaston 3 80

Tree near Willaston 4 81

Tree near Willaston 5 82

Tree near Willaston 6 83

Autumn: William Morris Laden Autumn here I stand Worn of heart, and weak of hand: Nought but rest seems good to me, Speak the word that sets me free.

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West Kirby Churchyard 2 86

West Kirby Churchyard 3 87

West Kirby Church 88

West Kirby Church 2 89

West Kirby Church 3 90

Cemetery in Autumn 91

Autumn Cemetery 2 92

Cemetery in Late Autumn 93

Cemetery in Late Autumn 2 94

Cemetery in Late Autumn 3 95

Cemetery in Late Autumn 4 96

To Autumn: William Blake O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers. 'The narrow bud opens her beauties to The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins; Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve, Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing, And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head. 'The spirits of the air live in the smells Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.' Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat, Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.

Trees in Birkenhead Park

Trees in Birkenhead Park 2

Trees in Birkenhead Park 3

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Trees in Birkenhead Park 4

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Trees in Birkenhead Park (Kaleidoscope)

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Grosvenor Park 103

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Grosvenor Park 3 105

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Tree, Grosvenor Park 107

Tree, Grosvenor Park 2 108

Tree, Grosvenor Park 3 109

Cinder Path 1, 2 110

Cinder Path 3

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Cathedral Field Chester 112

Cathedral Field Chester 2 113

Cathedral Field Chester 3

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Cathedral Field Chester 4 115

Cathedral Field Chester 5 116

Autumn Movement: Carl Sandburg I CRIED over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts. The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds. The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.

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Autumn Graves 118

Autumn Graves 2 119

Autumn Graves 120

November Night: Adelaide Crapsey Listen. . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall

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Fallen Autumn Leaves 122

Fallen Autumn Leaves 2 123

Fallen Autumn Leaves 3 124

Autumn Leaves 125

Autumn Leaves 2 126

Autumn Leaves 3 127

Autumn Berries

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Autumn Berries 3 129

Autumn Cottage 130

Autumn Cottage 2 131

Autumn Cottage 3 132

Autumn Cottage 4 133

Autumn Cottage in Lower Bebington 134

Autumn Cottage in Lower Bebington 2 135

Cottage in Lower Bebington 1, 2 136

Saughall Village 137

Trees in Town Lane

Trees by Town Lane 138

Autumn Hillside 1, 2 139

Autumn Fields with Sheep Grazing

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Autumn Fields with Sheep Grazing 2

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Autumn Fields with Sheep Grazing 3

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3. WATER: RIVERS & LAKES

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Where is the pride of Summer,—the green prime,— The many, many leaves all twinkling?—Three On the moss'd elm; three on the naked lime Trembling,—and one upon the old oak-tree! Where is the Dryad's immortality?— Gone into mournful cypress and dark yew, Or wearing the long gloomy Winter through In the smooth holly's green eternity.

Autumn: Thomas Hood I Saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;— Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.

The squirrel gloats on his accomplish'd hoard, The ants have brimm'd their garners with ripe grain, And honey bees have stored The sweets of Summer in their luscious cells; The swallows all have wing'd across the main; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells, And sighs her tearful spells Amongst the sunless shadows of the plain. Alone, alone, Upon a mossy stone, She sits and reckons up the dead and gone With the last leaves for a love-rosary, Whilst all the wither'd world looks drearily, Like a dim picture of the drownèd past In the hush'd mind's mysterious far away, Doubtful what ghostly thing will steal the last Into that distance, gray upon the gray.

Where are the songs of Summer?—With the sun, Oping the dusky eyelids of the south, Till shade and silence waken up as one, And Morning sings with a warm odorous mouth. Where are the merry birds?—Away, away, On panting wings through the inclement skies, Lest owls should prey Undazzled at noonday, And tear with horny beak their lustrous eyes. Where are the blooms of Summer?—In the west, Blushing their last to the last sunny hours, When the mild Eve by sudden Night is prest Like tearful Proserpine, snatch'd from her flow'rs To a most gloomy breast. 144

If only for the rose that died, whose doom Is Beauty's,—she that with the living bloom Of conscious cheeks most beautifies the light: There is enough of sorrowing, and quite Enough of bitter fruits the earth doth bear,— Enough of chilly droppings for her bowl; Enough of fear and shadowy despair, To frame her cloudy prison for the soul!

O go and sit with her, and be o'ershaded Under the languid downfall of her hair: She wears a coronal of flowers faded Upon her forehead, and a face of care;— There is enough of wither'd everywhere To make her bower,—and enough of gloom; There is enough of sadness to invite,

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Lake and Boat House, Birkenhead Park

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Lake and Boat House, Birkenhead Park 2

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Lake and Boat House, Birkenhead Park 3

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Lake and Boat House, Birkenhead Park 4

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Lake and Boat House, Birkenhead Park 5

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Boat House, Birkenhead Park

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Boat House, Birkenhead Park 2

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Boat House, Birkenhead Park 3

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Lake, Birkenhead Park

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Lake, Birkenhead Park 2

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Lake, Birkenhead Park 3

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Lake, Birkenhead Park 4

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Bridge, Birkenhead Park 158

Bridge, Birkenhead Park 2 159

Bridge, Birkenhead Park 3 160

Bridge, Birkenhead Park 4 161

Bridge and Lake, Birkenhead Park

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Bridge and Lake, Birkenhead Park 2

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Bridge and Lake, Birkenhead Park 3

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Bridge and Lake, Birkenhead Park 4

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Bridge and Lake, Birkenhead Park 5

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Bridge and Lake, Birkenhead Park 6

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Lake, West Kirby Park 168

Lake, West Kirby Park 2 169

Lake, West Kirby Park 3 170

Lake in Gold, West Kirby Park 171

Lake in Gold, West Kirby Park 2 172

Lake in Gold, West Kirby Park 3 173

Lake in Gold, West Kirby Park 4 174

From the Long-Ago, When I think of other lives that learned, like mine, To resign, And remember that the sadness of the fall Comes alike to all.

Autumn in the Garden: Henry Van Dyke When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves Over fallen leaves; Then my olden garden, where the golden soil Through the toil Of a hundred years is mellow, rich, and deep, Whispers in its sleep.

What regrets, what longings for the lost were theirs! And what prayers For the silent strength that nerves us to endure Things we cannot cure! Pacing up and down the garden where they paced, I have traced All their well-worn paths of patience, till I find Comfort in my mind.

'Mid the crumpled beds of marigold and phlox, Where the box Borders with its glossy green the ancient walks, There's a voice that talks Of the human hopes that bloomed and withered here Year by year,-Dreams of joy, that brightened all the labouring hours, Fading as the flowers.

Faint and far away their ancient griefs appear: Yet how near Is the tender voice, the careworn, kindly face, Of the human race! Let us walk together in the garden, dearest heart, Not apart! They who know the sorrows other lives have known Never walk alone.

Yet the whispered story does not deepen grief; But relief For the loneliness of sorrow seems to flow

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The Groves, Chester

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The Groves, Chester 2, 3 177

Old Dee Bridge

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Old Dee Bridge 2, 3

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Bandstand and River Dee, Misty Morning

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Bandstand and River Dee, Misty Morning 2

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Bandstand and River Dee, Misty Morning 3

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Bandstand and River Dee, Autumn Morning

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Bandstand and River Dee, Autumn Morning 2

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Bandstand and River Dee, Autumn Morning 3

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Bandstand and River Dee, Autumn Morning 4

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Boats on the Dee

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Boats on the Dee 2

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Boats on the Dee 3

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Weir, Chester

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Weir, Chester 2

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Canal and Walls, Chester 192

Canal and Walls, Chester 2 193

Canal and Walls, Chester 3 194

Canal and Walls, Chester 4 195

Slotkapel, Egmond

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Slotkapel, Egmond 2

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Slotkapel, Egmond 3

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4. AIR: SUN & MIST

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The Last Leaf: Harry Behn A few leaves stay for a while on the trees After their color begins to turn, And no other leaves seem as gold as these Not even the ones our bonfires burn With golden flames in piles on the ground. A few leaves stay so long that I found The one last leaf on a tree in the snow, And when a galloping wind came round The edge of our house and started to blow Snow dust to sparkles floating free. When the wind ran away, almost with me, And sunshine settled quiet and cold. There, like a bird, still on the tree Was that lonesome leaf, no longer gold But curly and brown and dry and old.

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Autumn Sunset

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SONNET 73: William Shakespeare That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

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Autumn Sunset

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Autumn Love: Li Ching Chao Search. Search. Seek. Seek. Cold. Cold. Clear. Clear. Sorrow. Sorrow. Pain. Pain. Hot flashes. Sudden chills. Stabbing pains. Slow agonies. I can find no peace. I drink two cups, then three bowls, Of clear wine until I can’t Stand up against a gust of wind. Wild geese fly over head. They wrench my heart. They were our friends in the old days. Gold chrysanthemums litter The ground, pile up, faded, dead. This season I could not bear To pick them. All alone, Motionless at my window, I watch the gathering shadows. Fine rain sifts through the wu-t’ung trees, And drips, drop by drop, through the dusk. What can I ever do now? How can I drive off this word — Hopelessness?

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Trees in the Mist

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Trees in the Mist

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Trees in the Mist

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Trees in the Mist

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Autumn Within: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old. Birds are darting through the air, Singing, building without rest; Life is stirring everywhere, Save within my lonely breast. There is silence: the dead leaves Fall and rustle and are still; Beats no flail upon the sheaves, Comes no murmur from the mill.

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Tree in the Mist 212

Tree in the Mist 213

Tree in the Mist 214

Autumn: A Dirge: Percy Bysshe Shelley The warm sun is falling, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth is her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying. Come, Months, come away, From November to May, In your saddest array; Follow the bier Of the dead cold Year, And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre. The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling, The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knelling For the Year; The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone To his dwelling. Come, Months, come away; Put on white, black and gray; Let your light sisters play-Ye, follow the bier Of the dead cold Year, And make her grave green with tear on tear.

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Cemetery in the Mist 216

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Photo Art by

David Favager

A new collection of visually stunning photographs and photo art which captures the elements of autumn in all its varied beauty. In this volume for the first time the original photographs are presented together with various ‘abstract essentialist’ interpretations which distil the colours and feel of the most of seasons in their purest form. This book is a delight to the eye and the soul.

£25.00 / $39.00

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