what a delicious day. radiant light, gentle yet fortifying, showing off fall colors at their fullest, most vivid. a warm wind swirling gold leaves and dotting the sky with shimmering confetti. pools of burnt orange and lustrous red at the feet of trees that shiver and sing with the wind. nature can be so generous with its beauty. sometimes i forget to breathe. grateful to live on seneca land and for the stewardship of indigenous people who understand this is our sustenance and only magic.
[pierre bonnard. the studio at le cannet with mimosa, 1938-1946]
