Oct 25 2012 Presumpscot Again

Definite sparseness to the landscape, drained of color.  Still, there is beauty to autumn.

Leaf shades.   Bronze, tin and copper the color of half-tarnished pennies.

No more crickets cricking.  It's real quiet, excepting the occasional crunching of dry leaves as the occasional squirrel runs between trees; and the caw of crow now and then.  

Muted beauty. 

Daily Tao Passage

Cloudless sky.  Still water. 

The ripening fuller moon. 

Another Tao passage.