The pine trees all have long since dropped their load of pollen the last red leaf of maple months ago has fallen landscapes now of purest white outside it’s wt* degrees farenheit
I have to admit that my first thought when I saw the prompt was *insert dumb look here* so I thought — fallen, fallen like in fallen angel? Yeah I read Jim Butcher, no members of the Fallen here. Let’s just say that from there my thoughts got weirder and weirder (yeah I know, whoda thunk) Anyway, then I got to thinking about petals on the plum tree in our former RV park of residence in Utah. Do you know I do not have a single picture (that I can locate) of those petals once they hit the ground. Hmpf, well I guess I’m just gonna have to wing it. I went down the rabbit hole of photo archive digging and before I knew it, it’s almost dinner time. So you’re stuck with “things that have fallen.”
Flowering plum tree – Virgin, Utah before all the petals had fallen
A heavy coat of florescent yellow pine pollen, there are no scratches, paint peels or rubs on the car, that’s all pollen. Ewww took me weeks to get it out of everything.
Little spontaneous waterfalls here in Zion National Park where fallen rocks, trees, and other debris wash down the canyon until they get stuck and create those beautiful babbling brook sounds.
This was part of a massive rockslide that wiped out a good section of highway going through Zion National Park in Utah a few years ago. To quote the zen master C3PO “it’s possible this asteroid is not entirely stable.”
Waterfall at the entrance to the Temple of Sinewava the rock shelf is worn from water that has fallen over it for centuries. Regrettably the waterfall no longer flows.
And finally, Sterling Castle, Scotland grave yard, tributes to fallen ancestors.
City Sidewalks, busy sidewalks people rushing to the stores like watercolors flowing down the canvas of life spread too thin to leave an impression Nature’s beauty superfluous to their needs too hurried to smile too harried to pause they never even noticed the tiny flower growing through the crack in the pavement
A stone lantern stands a lonely sentinel silently lighting the path
for wayward travelers, pilgrims and seekers rich with moss and the patina of ages how long has it guarded this woodland path and who lights it?
At Shugakuin Imperial Villa in Kyoto, Japan. At the pinnacle of the upper garden and grounds lies a simple pavilion structure of multiple rooms where emperor Gomizuno could view the panoramic views. Construction began in 1655 and Shugakuin remains one of the finest displays of shakkei (the Japanese garden art of “borrowing scenery”) to be found. Here at the Emperor’s Pavillion you see the extensive use of tatani mats. Note the elevated platform where the Emperor would sit. The paper windows let in light at different times of day and these large “lift out” windows let in the summer breeze.
“We cross the bridge, and are transported back to a long ago age. Soot still clings to the stones and I cannot help but wonder if somewhere blood stains linger. The blemish of war wraps itself around the very stones and spirits call from the long empty battlements. Make no mistake, this is no fairy tale castle, this is Castle Edinburgh ancient stronghold and defender of the nation.”
Suzhou was once at the center of the Chineses silk trade. Today, it is much more celebrated for it’s art, delicate gardens, thousand year old temples, and of course romantic water towns and canals. It is these that have earned it the name “Venice of the East.” A thoroughly charming city all modernized but still holding on to it’s 2,500 years of history and architecture.
And a plus, a traditional gondolier song by what may well be one of the finest voices of our age.