Sunday, September 19, 2010

Ahoy, me Hearties!

Envy of Vermont
All ye avast, fall is coming on our stern as we leave summer in our wake. Blimey! Where hast the last year gone to? Davey Jones' locker I suspect.

Aye, the year has been good to me and my maties with plenty of booty and doubloons for all my fellow buccaneers.

As we batten down the haches and heave ho into fall lads and lasses all over are preparin for me favorite time of year; fall colors. So grab ye cutlass, weigh the anchor, hoist the mizzen and fly ye jolly roger with pride as we be head'n into fine seas for taken some pictures.

Old salts and young bucks alike, lasses are welcome to board to: Grab yer spy'n eye cause thar she blows. Don't go a hornswagling yerself by miss'n a fine opportunity to capture some fall booty for ye chest, least ye be want'n to keelhaul yerself. The time is now to pillage and plunder the season of color. Don't be forgett'n ye rum, cause it be gett'n cold out there.

Pumpkin Leaves
 To set you off on your vouyage, let me send ye off with a chantey to sing while ye toil in the sea of fall colors:
Out pops the yellow, warm in tone and texture. It jumps into frame...

Singing blow the winds south by gentle north be. Cooler winds prevail and colors come to me.


Out pops the red, vibrant in tone and contrast. It jumps into frame...


Singing blow the winds south by gentle north be. Cooler winds prevail and colors come to me.


Out pops the orange, cheery in tone and feeling. It jumps into frame...
Singing blow the winds south by gentle north be. Cooler winds prevail and colors come to me.
 
Until next time... may your sails be full of wind and yer aim be true.