Small things

I made several of my LJ friends partly because of lichen. Today the air is picturesque: surly wind, panic-stricken clouds, furious flashes of light on bloody, mad trees tearing their leaves. But the world of maple bark is peaceful. It has been a lichen morning.

Amber Fox, Part 1

Friday

1 p.m. Our journey begins with bitterlawngnome, Walter, Geneva and I setting out in a rented car from Toronto. Bill puts ancient music in the CD player: Pergolesi followed by Corsican chant and Purcell. Fall colour has barely started to show around the city, but east of Highway 35 we cross a single ridge and descend suddenly into a sea of fiery maples. ( Read more... )