Not yellow hair, but yellow leaves. It’s the best I can do.
Ducks on the Mumford in November — Sorry, NOT square!
Mallards on the Mumford
The River – Nov 2014
Weekly Photo Challenge: Yellow
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Categories: #gallery, #Photography, Autumn, Nature, New England, woodland
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They are really beautiful!
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Thank you. Autumn is definitely our finest season.
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These are stunning, Marilyn!
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Thanks. We had an amazing autumn this year!
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A beautiful selection of photos. Hard to have a favourite. 😀
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Thanks. They are all favorites 🙂
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I swear I was going to quote that poem in a comment on the previous set of photos, because it was the first thing that came to mind as I was looking at them. 🙂
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Robert Frost, New Hampshire native, really “got” New England. The seasons, the people, its odd culture, and habits. He understood the way things look, through all the seasons. One of the few poets to whom I can relate.
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Marilyn these are gorgeous golds…..
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Thank you , Cee. We had a exceptionally golden year in New England … and Robert Frost always says it so well. He lived here. He really KNEW 🙂
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Beautiful.
I think all Gold hints to higher.
That endure.
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The scarlet trees are more admired, but I favor the gold. It hints of riches and the color is the one which lasts late into the year. Even now, some of it clings to trees.
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I like your set of pictures. Great job!!
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Thank you. The poet was “from around here.” He goes well with New England’s autumn 🙂
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Robert Frost is one of my favorites- and what beautiful photos to accompany him. Just stunning
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He was a local guy and his poems are so perfect with pictures I take. He was a great poet … but even greater when you come from around here. Garry interviewed him a couple of times right before he passed.
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Wow- that must have been a wonderful interview.
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I don’t know how much he remembers of it. A little bit, but it was among the very first assignment he got when he came up to Boston in 1970. We have a portrait of Robert Frost by Alfred Eisenstadt hanging on our wall downstairs. The only portrait of anyone in this house who isn’t a family member or close friend.
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