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We know that in September ...

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We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer’s wreckage. We will welcome summer’s ghost.


Henry Rollins


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By all these lovely tokens September days are here,

With summer’s best of weather

And autumn’s best of cheer.


Helen Hunt Jackson


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Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.


Hal Borland


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There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been.


Percy Bysshe Shelley


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Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.


Albert Camus


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Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.


William Allingham



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A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.


e. e. cummings


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Autumn wins you best by this, its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.


Robert Browning


Photos taken with Canon EOS 5D Mark III and Canon EF 50mm f/1.4 USM.



All is ephemeral ...

Fall Colors


All is ephemeral, both what remembers and what is remembered.


Marcus Aurelius, Meditations


Marcus Aurelius (121-180 AD) was Roman Emperor from 161 to 180, and is also considered one of the most important Stoic philosophers. The ”Meditations”, written in Greek, were composed while on (war) campaign.



On the Shortness of Life

Dark pine tree forest


Do you feel stressed? Are you always on the run? Do you think there's never enough hours in the day? If yes - know you’re not alone. We’ve all been there. I once asked a fried how she was, and she said: ”Coping”. We’re coping. We’re coping, and mistaking doing for being. We’re dwelling in the past, or making plans for the future - forgetting the present.


Peony in Black and White


If you think this is a product of modern civilization, think again. Human nature is human nature. Not much has changed in the past two thousands years. We may live more comfortably than cave men, but we’re all the same.


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It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a lof of it. Life is long enough, and a sufficiently generous amount has been given to us for the highest achievements if it were all well invested. But when it is wasted in heedless luxury and spent on no good activity, we are forced at last by death’s final constraint to realize that it has passed away before we knew it was passing. So it is: we are not given a short life but we make it short, and we are not-supplied but wasteful of it … Life is long if you know how to use it.


Do you know who wrote that? Seneca, the Roman philosopher in his two thousands-year old ”On the Shortness of Life”.


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He continues:


Nobody works out the value of time: men use it lavishly as if it costs nothing … We have to be more careful in presenning what will cease at an unknown point.


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No one will bring back the years; no one will restore you to yourself. Life will follow the path it began to take, and will neither reverse nor check its course. It will cause no commotion to remind you of its swiftness, but glide on quitely. It will not lenghten itself for a king’s command or a people’s favor. As is started out on its first day, so it will run on, nowhere pausing or turning aside. What will be the outcome? You have been preoccupied while life hastens on. Meanwhile death will arrive, and you have no choice in making yourself available for that.


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Putting things off is the biggest waste of life: it snatches away each day as it comes, and denies us the present by promising the future. The greatest obstacle to living is expectancy, which hangs upon tomorrow and loses today. You are arranging what lies in Fortune’s control, and abandoning what lies in yours. What are you looking at? To what goal are you straining? The whole future lies in uncertainty: live immediately.


So - what are you waiting for? Go chase your dreams, and do whatever you have put off for years, waiting for the right time, right place, enough money, enough time … go live your dream now!



Autumn Journal

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September has come, it is hers

Whose vitality leaps in the autumn,

Whose nature prefers

Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace.

So I give her this month and the next

Though the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered already

So many of its days intolerabel or perplexed

But so many more so happy.

Who has left a scent on my life, and left my walls

Dancing over and over with her shadows

Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls

And all of London littered with remembered kisses.


by Louis MacNeice (1907 - 1963), Irish poet and playwright.




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