Fall On Me
This past weekend was surely the most beautiful I’ve ever seen in the Catskills. Three solid days of unending sunshine served to illuminate fall foliage that, thanks both to the absence of the tree caterpillars and, presumably, the right preceding seasonal conditions, showed nature at its most spectacular. There are people take thousand-mile round road trips, to Maine and Vermont, just to see “the colors,” and all we had to do was stay at home and look out of our windows.
Truly, I felt blessed to be surrounded by it. I didn’t even mind working/writing through a holiday weekend. But on Saturday lunchtime, I awarded myself a break and set off with my digital camera, determined to take more than mere “snapshots.” During the hour-long process of taking over 100 pictures (don’t we love the reusable hard drive?), as I wandered on and off the driveway, in and out of the woods, honing in on individual leaves and wide palettes alike, I felt myself elevating onto a true spiritual high.
There were quite a few things working in my favor. I’ve been staying healthy of late, eating well, running even better. And sunshine, for sure, always helps: there’s nothing like a blue sky in October to make one feel good. Plus, I’ve been feeling steadily happier as I near the end of this never-ending book. The state of the global economy should be putting fear of God into me – nobody panics more about their mortgage than the self-employed, and our local economy here is predicated on the ever-fragile tourist dollar – but those fears have been compensated for by the increasing, if constantly cautious, confidence that Barack Obama will be elected President in three weeks. (And though I don’t believe he’s anybody’s Savior, I think you’ll see a pronounced rebound in the global economy once other nations see a firm hand on the American tiller.) And I guess having a beautiful family doesn’t harm either.
But the biggest contribution to my Saturday lunchtime high was certainly Nature herself, and her psychedelic display of colors this picture-perfect autumn. I’m not a good enough photographer to do her justice. So I’ll consider these few images a mere souvenir I can study in years to come, a reminder of those days when you feel good to be alive.