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A friend passed this leaf and its mate on the sidewalk.  Struck by their beauty, she paused, picked them up and asked herself, “What can I do with these? I know! I’ll give them to Cynthia to photograph.”  How humbling is that? 😉

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Back in the summer, I wrote a piece about finding inspiration in the dark.  As autumn progresses, I find myself still dabbling in the medium.

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You know something spectacular is happening when you see drivers pulling to the side of the road so that they can take out their cameras and smart phones to snap a picture of the sky, or to simply stare in wonder.

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like sunrise

and sunset.

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… some bubbled with age and double paned

through which are seen such sights as red eyes staring back

and which draw the hands of visiting young artists.

They are portals onto worlds of concrete and asphalt …

and dead trees …

branches… all of which are places where great beauty can still be found.

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… in color and in black and white…

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the oak tree

Windows On The World is a series on The Paris Review website where writers share the world they see through their windows.  Once I read the latest entry by Taiye Selasi about her view from her room in Italy, I could not help but get up and peer through the windows of the place where I live.  I live in one of the densest cities in the U.S., and yet I am surrounded by just the right amount of tall trees, clambering vines, pigeons, sparrows, sea gulls, squirrels, raucous blue jays and occasional hawks to feel immersed in the wild.  Of course when I step out my front door I feel a bit differently.  I am most lucky because of the oak tree.  Here is how it influences my view this morning.

steve's books piled high

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“It’s rather dreamy,” is how I described the corn to Steve this morning, the 4 cobs lying snug as you know what in a rug in the refrigerator crisper.  I pointed out the soft light from the various sources, the opaqueness of the crisper drawer …He looked at me, shook his head and went back to his coffee.  Of course, after he left, I pulled out my camera.

Only a few golden kernels were visible in one of the cobs.

The rest had the husks still tightly wrapped, until I started to unwrap them.

I haven’t told Steve yet, but I know what we’re having for dinner.

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