Photo of the Week

, originally uploaded by em.chill....

Here's a gorgeous fall shot to get you inspired this week. I love the play with focus the photographer uses. Does it get you in a pensive mood?

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[Irene Watson]

Oh my goodness, the photo is beautiful!

[Naomi Hamm]

Short Prose entitled:

Autumnal Mood,

I feel the chill in the air although the sun is bright and strongly glinting on my auburn hair. As I walk the fall leaves beneath me crunch. And I moan. woebegone because I know that Old Man Winter is soon to come.

It was a late autumn this year and that's okay. There's nothing I can do anyway, but allow Mother Nature to veer off course, this year of our Lord 2009.

I pass by the babbling brook and the bridge beyond and see the dappling of the sun as the day wears on. Wearily I set one foot after the other feeling the morbid listlessness of a day yet never seeming to end.

I can taste the water upon my lips as I gaze fitfully at the brownish-green brook with rocks on the bottom.

AND I BEGIN TO PRAY.

The day lags on and on. As I toil along, I remember vividly the sun on her golden tresses, the sparkle in her cornflower blue eyes and the laughter she always surrounded herself with.

The youthful pose as she would wiggle her toes in this very same babbling brook. My daughter, my princess, the love of my life.

Her laughter since has not filled the air no more. The sun is just a darkened shadow and a blight upon the world. The world of which must go on.

My mind turns back to that fateful day, when she lost her life, because of the car accident, I lost mine, also, little by little, my life as I watched ebb away, sliding down the tide into nothingness.

My heart hung heavy, I climb the bridge, of which many afternoons we'd jump, chase each other, laugh and play.

Oh I wish they would go away. The memories. These memories of which will never let me be.

For you or for me. It was in the autumn that I lost my only child, my five-year-old daughter.

I hadn't been back here for many a year. But now it seemed it was once again my time, my month of self-reflection.

Of rememberance, of thanks that God bestowed upon me the most cherished of possessions that could ever be.

Dawn Michelle, I can hear her name cast upon the wind and I go down, way way down.

It was 1967! Vietnam, Richard Nixon, mind-boggling, mind-blowing! I was going to be a mom!

I felt so happy! Like putting on a parade. To announce to the world of my new-found discovery!

Ah yes I remember it so well, the look of excitement on my husbands loving and gentle face when I told him the good news!

WE were young, we were in love and we were hippies. This is the 60s, coming soon to a close and we had gone through so many transformations, so many emotional stages of growth and evaluation.

Our new life of which is to be begun.

We conceived the night of our honeymoon. My mother's delight of course.