“The breath of autumn had already passed along the foliage,
and a coming death had spread
over its hues golden, brown and crimson—
a strange gaiety of decay, which, with all its beauty,
carries an idea of sadness into one’s heart.”
~ T.H.E. ~
“The German’s Daughter” 1840
Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo of the author’s hand courtesy of DePiero and Associates taken in July 2013.
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“Such days of autumnal decline hold a strange mystery which adds to the gravity of all our moods. Every step that Time takes imprints upon the fields as they grow bare and brown…” ~ Charles Nodier