Seasons in the Midwest are so very temporary. Our weather can change swiftly in a few days….not to mention how it changes in a couple weeks. A few weeks back there were still leaves on the trees and and when the light of the setting sun landed on those trees it was positively glorious!
My husband came in the house one of those nights and told me I needed to get my camera because the view was beautiful…..he was so right! The trees glowed in hues of russet and gold and the light seemed to dance across the landscape. (That man has a good eye and I am so glad he shares with me.)
The fields are beautiful when they are green and growing but there is something about the golden stubble that carpets the earth once that field has been harvested. Maybe it is the feeling of contentment when that harvest is in and that golden glow is icing on the cake.
I wandered about, that evening, in awe of the artistry of the Creator. You would think those tones of brown would be rather boring. Instead of boring; they were rich, vibrant and spoke of life. The crisp evening air was an added bonus.
A few days later we had several windy days…very windy days, and the russets and golds were all gone. In it’s place; were bare tree limbs, stretching to the sky….another season was trying to push itself forward.
The last few days have felt more wintry than Fall-like. The other morning we woke to a frosty landscape. It sparkled…it shimmered…it looked like someone had thrown glitter with reckless abandon.
The morning sun turned those frosty branches into sparkling things of beauty. The intricate crystals were so delicate and fragile. They clung tenaciously to everything till the sun finally won and melted them.
The fields had lost their golden glow and became a surreal world with a hazy dreamy quality. It was so cold that morning; you could see your breath, but it was worth braving the cold to enjoy the show.
I started out standing on the porch in my socks, but soon decided I needed to get my shoes on and really experience the brief space of time that frost hung heavy on everything.
Even our humble mailbox had been turned into a piece of art. It stood there quietly, like a sentinel guarding the yard….standing proudly in the middle of frost covered grass.
The seasons all seem so fleeting…or maybe it is the beauty of the seasons seems so fleeting. The sun glows on the fall leaves for such a short time before the wind comes to strip the trees bare. The frost clings on branches such a short time before the heat of the sun melts them and the magic seems gone.
Sometimes life can be the same way. The dreary days seem to last forever. Just when you think the dreary will never quit…. a ray of light shines through and turns the world into a golden fire or a sparkling, glittering showpiece.
I hope this finds you seeing that ray of light. If it doesn’t I pray, the promise of that ray of light feeds your faith and keeps hope alive. May you be blessed in the light and may you be blessed in the waiting for the light. Be assured…..it will come…..and you will see it. And when it does….it will be glorious!
“Some moments were golden;
they were designed and orchestrated by an invisible hand,
and they were meant to be more than moments.
They were meant to be memories.”
― Heather Burch, In the Light of the Garden
I love how you see and capture the beauty of God’s handiwork in words and photos. Lovely❤️
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It was hard to choose pictures for this one. They all turned out great. It isn’t hard to get good pictures when the subject is so beautiful.
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It takes an artistic eye to find the beauty❤️
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Beautiful, Faye, in both vision and content. At least one of those photos should be the cover for Farm Life magazine.
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Thank you Al. It was hard to choose which pictures to use from the ones I had taken. The light was perfect both that evening and the other morning.
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That is so very beautiful! You have a way of explaining it all . It brought back some good memories of my past also. Love it! keep those wonderful blogs coming .Blessings to you all.!
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So glad you enjoyed it Nelvina and that it brought back those good memories! Blessings to you too!
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Beautiful photo’s and words. There is something special in every season. Even the bare trees have an artistic design ,but then they would coming from the Master.
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I just stood in awe of all of it Beverly. The Master is indeed an artist and I am so grateful He paints and sculpts for us!
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one of my favorites-loved the writing- so poetic. The pictures are all stunning-love the mailbox! Of course the quote as always -is perfect. Your homeplace is beautiful!
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I could not resist adding the photo of the mailbox Michele. The frost makes everything look a little picturesque! I am glad you liked the quote…I wasn’t quite sure on that one.
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There is something about that mailbox picture-though I can not explain it. the whole post was just lovely.
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What a wonderful post! Love the photos, truly you can see the Great Artist in those colours 💕 As always, a lovely post 😺💕xx
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Thank you so much Samantha. I hope you are feeling better.
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In the twinkling of an eye, your landscape turned from gold to diamond. You have stunning photos and lyrical writing. What artistry!
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These were just a couple weeks apart. After our very windy day we seemed to launch into the next season.
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Our golden leaves disappeared as quickly as yours. We still have a few trees with leaves that seem to have rusted in place.
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Fabulous pictures! What a change! Love the quote! ❤️
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Thank you so much! I wasn’t totally sure on the quote but I did really like it also.
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I think I remember the night those pictures were taken….the lighting was very unique. Almost eerie…cloudy and sunny at the same time. Nice pictures!
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It was one of those evenings that just needed to be photographed!
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Hi Faye, I enjoyed your russets and golds and the frosty art. One thing I love about the bare branches is the better look at the birds. When we are blessed to go to warmer climates, finding the birds is so much harder amongst the heavy foliage.
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Good point on the seeing the birds easier in the bare branches.It is kind of fun to see the winter birds when they show up…a whole different grouping of what we have in the summer.
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I always know winter is really coming when the Juncos appear again.
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Same little bird that shows up here. They are so cute.
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Breathtaking. Absolutely. BREATHTAKING.
I found myself not reading, but anxious to get to the next photo so that I could drink it in and then move on to the next. Each photo was a story in its own right, and each one showed me a work of art.
I love it when the Lord has His paints out and shows us how artful He really is.
I did, however … go back and read the post … and that was fabulous too. I’m so glad that Mr.Chicken shares with you when he sees something so beautiful that it needs to be captured.
~ Cobs. x
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The Lord has the best paint box ever doesn’t He? Mr. Chicken is wonderful about coming to get me when something captures his attention. I am indeed blessed.
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Wow those pictures are gorgeous! You’re right your husband does have a good eye. Wow what a difference a few days make huh. I love that you caught the delicacy of the frost on those twigs, branches…just beautiful. I’m glad you put your shoes and shared these pics with us…truly nothing is as beautiful as God’s imagination and creations! 🙂
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There is so much beauty in the outdoors and it is so much fun to share. God is an awesome artist.
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There truly is, I’ve really come to appreciate it this past year. He’s exquisite.
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