John Keats

Fall's having a good time, and so why shouldn't I?

Fall holds itself still enough and still looks good enough, has enough going on in terms of light and dark action, to make me want to stop and look at it, while I'm still allowed to travel through what I'm looking at, as opposed to winter which tends to stop things entirely to the degree that I can't see what I'm seeing and what I'm seeing becomes something else, something cold and distant from what I'm feeling at the moment.

Fall lets me be old enough to take a picture of it and young enough to let me live in what I've taken a picture of.