Changing garden Psychedelic colors and textures abound, overwhelming visual senses, nearly to the point of needing a warning message because of the affects it may have upon the viewer. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Fire walk Halloween is around the corner, but nature is the treat here, with fiery hues lighting up the surrounding flora and giving the illusion that a journey up the brick walkway might be perilous. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Maple rust Scarlet and butternut fronds make a final show before joining their decaying friends on the ground below and do their best to conceal a rust faced conveyance, which will later carry their lifeless collective away for composting. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Fanciful foliage Color popping scenery which seems other worldly is the reason leaf peepers travel hundreds of miles to dispel the disbelief and witness for themselves the miracle of nearly mythical proportions that have been described to them. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Foliage collage Early autumn in New England is like watching the pure pigments squeezed fresh from the tube directly onto an artist's pallet - visitors from the cadmium family of greens, yellows, oranges and reds. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Pond reflections Winter has not yet arrived, yet fallen leaves and aquatic plants appear frozen in the chilly waters of a placid pond, also, managing to capture on its surface the deep blue of the cool sky above. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
octoBer
Originally produced 30 years ago, experimental slice of life feature made with college friends, co-workers, and family members. Some interesting techniques relying on single camera shooting and available locations. https://youtu.be/5noBzM886Cc https://youtu.be/TMYM8lkz1lc https://youtu.be/kp3nC7tO7q4
A Sterling Prelude
This year marks the silver wedding anniversary for my wife and me. We’ve had many fond memories together over the years, especially the births and raising of our two wonderful children. Our first meeting was not mere happenstance, it was pre-arranged by a mutual friend. And it is a fond memory to recall and retell...... Continue Reading →
Autumnal Spirits
This is the trimester of incipient decline Creeping ever so slowly toward darkness and gelidity Existence turns to a state of decay or dormancy or drudgery Colossal skeletons sway and creak and moan With slender angular limbs reaching out In innumerable directions to snare unaware passersby Mummified forms of sundry sizes appear across the yard... Continue Reading →
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