Delicate white flowers turning into round black berries. Their heaviness forcing the branches to bend before they surrender and fall to the ground. Merging with soil. With Earth. Holding the vibration of an entire tree. The energy to build a forest. My favourite fall.
Colour of the season.
Very old Bible found in a barn in Jutland on a starlit night.
Can’t argue with that.
Kiss the boots of shiny, shiny leather.
My tooth print age 3 or so.
“Boy at newsstand” by André Kertesz. New York 1950.