turning / turned

solo post - L, Nikon

"Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn."
- Elizabeth Lawrence

supple / rigid

L - Nikon / T - Nikon

The ginkgo trees have dropped all there leaves now. I collected some of them and brought them inside, put them in a vase as if a flower and placed it on the window sill so that I could appreciate them even longer. The glowing yellow supple fans changed to golden brown and curled - still beautiful to my eyes. / i was so happy to be able to spend time with my dad's side of the family this past weekend- it's something that doesn't happen very often but i'm always thankful when i does. my cousin is a new marine and we went out to California for his graduation ceremony. it seems out of luck that we've become close just in the past few years, but i'm glad it happened before we grew up (too much). it was glad o be able to attend this event. it was very powerful, and emotional for the family. the rigor and structure that went into the program seemed to be mirrored in the yellow architecture that i was very drawn too. this yellow somehow seem to make the sunny state that much sunnier.

bearer of hope / symbol of love

hope and love - symbols of the ginkgo

She's back. And how uncanny is this? We both took photos of ginkgo trees without talk before hand - we even framed them the same and each with a house (mine's a bird house).
It seems as though the ginkgo in our yard turned yellow over night and it will drop all of it's leaves in one night too. I love the way ginkgo leaves are shaped and the way they are attached to the tree in little groups- springing out like a bundle of yellow paper fans. / ginkgo trees surround my art building - to me they provide inspiration. i have enjoyed watching their colors change and a part of me that will miss the leaves when they fall - until spring.

"Late in November, on a single night
Not even near to freezing, the ginkgo trees
That stand along the walk drop all their leaves
In one consent, and neither to rain nor to wind
But as though to time alone: the golden and green
Leaves litter the lawn today, that yesterday
Had spread aloft their fluttering fans of light. "
- first stanza of poem by Howard Nemerov from "The Western Approaches" , 1975