cling

most of the leaves in this quaint neighbourhood have fallen, preparing themselves to the coming winter. here i find myself, thinking that i might still be clinging to the last branch, steadfastly holding myself secure but slowly slipping away to the unknown. a false security to conveniences and impressions, denying myself what opportunities the cold outside hold? is it time to go home? to release myself from the constrictions of social perceptions and expectations? to unfasten the excited child and vigorously explore and take part renewed in the affairs of the world?


photo:
autumn in bear mountain state park | new york
october 2015  

underneath autumn's coloured canopy

photo:
bear mountain state park | new york
october 2015

shifts

it was already evident how our affections had shifted - from a longing for personal warmth to the discomfort in distant coldness. what once we shared in almost likeness of colours and shades had given way to transitions and differences of sights and foliage. we began to fall - away from each other. i started a slow depart and uprooting. you embraced your steadfast ground more. 


photo:
bear mountain state park | new york
october 2015