November clutters the leaves with cymbals, and my mouth with metal.
Photo: Matthew Salomon
It’s the ashes, ashes, all fall down month.
Birds, and old humans who do not move south are more likely to die in November.
Rugs on the floor try to lie on their sides.
The wind tries a new tune.
Photo: Ken Jacobie
Cold drafts make even floorboards sigh.
I don’t much mind it.
Photo: Ken Jacobie
Not the dark afternooons, not the tryptophan, not the grizzlying of all of us.
Not at all.
Photo: Ken Jacobie
I need, you need, we need some days when it is oh so quiet.
Other days will not be so quiet.
Photo: Ken Jacobie
Trust me.
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Seems like there is story for each item shown and as one views the photograph the juices of an imagination held hostage by the crushing throes of the daily mundane rises from its dormant reverie–thanks–
Thanks Jacqueline. Most of the photographs here are by Albany New York – based photographer Ken Jacobie. He does a lot with color, and I chose these ones of his because they were all sadly gold.