Little Chair
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Fall - Haiku
Flying geese, warm teas.
Leaves float along the cool breeze.
I love you, autumn.
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Fall Is Here
It’s here-
Prepared or not, the time has come.
The apples tumble from trees
And land in the grass
That’s wet from fall rain.
The leaves float through the breeze,
We watch through the glass.
Comments
There's always something about a photograph of an empty chair (I once used a chair as a photography subject as well) that makes me feel a certain way. I guess I mean to say, it brings awareness of the absence of a person: Is this someone's favorite chair? Where are they now, why are they gone? What's its story as an object that cannot speak? There's an unexpected dimension to it for me that a table, for example, would not have.
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