Late this afternoon
Families talk, hear a tune
Plink of banjo, thump of bass
Woodsmoke, summer's sweetness does erase
A warm afternoon breeze
We watch as sunlight flees
Mornings form cool and dry
Geese arpeggio across the sky
Pine cones husky drop
Plums purple where they plop
Apples red and yellow
Pears branches bow
Dry grass tufts
In squirrel mouth stuffs
Lining his winter dray
Winter not far away
Here are some recent photos I took in Pine Stree Woods. The days were not great, overcast and gray. Still there is a bit of fall color and it was fun to play with some black and white. These were taken by an old camera that I have resurrected the
Soft sodden air of the twilit forest Snap of fallen drops, formed of mist and pines Rain-blackened trunks parade down-slope Pale bleached-yellow of fern Like spirits of their brown bracken brothers Wraiths of mist hang and sweep through the rain-dark trees Flash of white, a pause, ghostly gray The deer
As a measure of transparency; I have started to use AI (Microsoft Co-pilot) in my sparse writing attempts. I am limiting it to editing functions like spelling, grammar, and punctuation. Sometimes it adds Em-dashes. I am not using it for the writing itself but more like a professional editor. So
Introduction History is usually made from what is known, events, people, facts. Much of history is obscured by secrecy; shame, embarrassment, or state secrets obscure much of what we know of history. It's these small secrets obscured by time and the deaths of the small number of participants