Chance of Snow

By Hiroshige, via Wikimedia Commons

There's a chance of snow in the forecast, so... cue falling snow effect!

The Bridge by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sommeraften ved Skagens strand, P.S. Kroyer, 1899. Wikimedia Commons.

The Bridge

BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

I stood on the bridge at midnight,

   As the clocks were striking the hour,

And the moon rose o'er the city,

   Behind the dark church-tower.   

I saw her bright reflection

   In the waters under me,

Like a golden goblet falling

   And sinking into the sea.   

And far in the hazy distance

   Of that lovely night in June,

The blaze of the flaming furnace

   Gleamed redder than the moon.   

Among the long, black rafters

   The wavering shadows lay,

And the current that came from the ocean

   Seemed to lift and bear them away;   

As, sweeping and eddying through them,

   Rose the belated tide,

And, streaming into the moonlight,

   The seaweed floated wide.   

And like those waters rushing

   Among the wooden piers,

A flood of thoughts came o’er me

   That filled my eyes with tears.   

How often, O, how often,

   In the days that had gone by,

I had stood on that bridge at midnight

   And gazed on that wave and sky!   

How often, O, how often,

   I had wished that the ebbing tide

Would bear me away on its bosom

   O’er the ocean wild and wide!   

For my heart was hot and restless,

   And my life was full of care,

And the burden laid upon me

   Seemed greater than I could bear.   

But now it has fallen from me,

   It is buried in the sea;

And only the sorrow of others

   Throws its shadow over me.   

Yet whenever I cross the river

   On its bridge with wooden piers,

Like the odor of brine from the ocean

   Comes the thought of other years.   

And I think how many thousands

   Of care-encumbered men,

Each bearing his burden of sorrow,

   Have crossed the bridge since then.   

I see the long procession

   Still passing to and fro,

The young heart hot and restless,

   And the old subdued and slow!   

And forever and forever,

   As long as the river flows,

As long as the heart has passions,

   As long as life has woes;   

The moon and its broken reflection

   And its shadows shall appear,

As the symbol of love in heaven,

   And its wavering image here.

The Frost Queen in the Marsh

The frost queen visited my marshes one night. As soon as the sun's rays hit her handiwork, it began to disappear.

Fascinating Faces

There are quite a few colorized historical photos going around lately, some of them fascinating. In particular, this one stuck me. What a fascinating face. When I'm old, I hope my face is half as intriguing as this man, who happens to be Walt Whitman.

Colored by Dana Keller, found on http://indulgd.com/realistically-colorized-historical-photos/

It's a Porcupine Day

Sometimes, I just feel like a porcupine; I may look all laid back and cute... but I'm prickly, and you'd better not get too close.

You can get your hands on this cute little guy (ouch!) in my Etsy shop: https://www.etsy.com/listing/169629567/porcupine-original-art-card-on-cream?

Mushrooms and Leaves

I'm still painting mushrooms and leaves. I went for a very long ramble in my woods a few days ago and came home with mushrooms piled atop my ancient volume of Lowell's poems that I had taken with me. I painted several of them, unable to resist their delicacy and lovely colors. Sadly, nearly all the purple asters seems to be gone.

All of these are available in my Etsy shop, https://www.etsy.com/shop/GraceSwan777

Listen to the Wind

"High up in the trees as it moves through the leaves..."
The wind is wild this autumn.