Clouds gently drift into and pause in places we humans can not easily access.
What is freedom? What is science? What is clear? What is certain?
Spring, summer, fall and winter…all have their individual tastes and arrive each year with their own uniquenesses.
In the northern hemisphere, now in 2018, we are making the transition between fall and winter. All of you have your own memories and interpretations of these seasonings. I doubt there is a right or wrong.
But the other day, the mountains around my home revealed a certain kind of smorgasbord seasoning, grace to elevation changes. What? What do I mean to say?
On one day, I experienced a very unique variety of seasonings. Full blown winter and full blown fall, completely independent of each other, within less than an hour of each other, again grace to their elevational difference. And, the best for last, something very special above them all.
It is all about the landscape. I hope you can enjoy these images.
It is the middle of the northern hemisphere winter.
The time of death.
The time of life hidden.
Yet when I look at these mature apple trees, smiles of hope well up inside me.
My imagination sees apple blossoms;
Smells apple blossoms;
Tastes apples off the tree;
Tastes apple pies;
And having had my senses gratified, I sleep peacefully.
Please share your apple thoughts and memories.