Nov 17

The beautiful trouble of autumn, Part X

I always start thinking about the paradoxes of autumn — the beauty, the foreshadowing, the pause before bad weather, the vain attempt to keep and hold and show it off — when the first leaves turn. And it is an arboricultural certainty in our part of the world that the first tree to have the great big sigh from green to yellow or red is a maple.

So it is nice to see one stubborn maple out there hanging on this late in the game:

But the tree knows, the trees have been singing about it to us for sometime. That last branch is about to pick up the tune as well. It is only a matter of time.

The last one of these tomorrow, he said. “Thank goodness,” came the reply.

Nov 17

The beautiful trouble of autumn, Part V

Two weeks ago I wrote:

It seems like that time of year where you try to catalog the changing of the leaves, because they’re pretty, but because you want them to stay.

So we’re filling the week here with autumn, and some of the pretty scenes on the IU campus. This is around the Mighty Jordan River, in Dunn Meadow.

It’s a creek:

Below the topsoil is limestone, non-draining, flood-prone limestone. When it sprinkles hard, the levels rise. When it rains, water is coming over the banks.That’s when it is mighty. On calmer days, it reminds one of its original name: Spanker’s Branch.

Nov 17

The wig that split

Well, this is just about the oddest thing you can expect on a one-block walk between the parking deck and the office:

This evening we were shooting sports shows. It is that time of year when we’re still talking about college football, the start of the wrestling season, the beginning of basketball, the men’s soccer team’s postseason run and more. Lydia and Austin are holding it all down:

After the night in the studio, I walked back by that hydrant. It seemed weird, but not really weird, the wig was gone when I walked back by.

Who picks up that wig? Was it the original owner? Why did they leave it to start with? Who needed a new wig, and happened upon this one? What if they didn’t have the right complexion?

Oct 17

The beautiful trouble of autumn

It seems like that time of year where you try to catalog the changing of the leaves, because they’re pretty, but because you want them to stay. So we’ll do that. Here are a few pictures from campus today:

You can never really capture and preserve and share autumn. That’s the trouble, but it doesn’t keep us from trying. And I’ll keep trying.

Oct 17

Let’s get autumnal

It is suddenly starting to feel like fall around here. You can even sense it indoors, in the studio. Probably not, not really anyway. Studios exist in their own time without time. We have a half dozen windows in that studio, but three of them face a building and you have to be standing in one section of the room to see the real outdoors from the other three windows. Studios aren’t hermetically perfect, but we’d like it more if they were. You can feel the fall, because your mind has been processing all of the sensory perceptions and that’s not the easiest thing to dismiss. So you can be in a studio and think it is autumn, because that’s what you saw and smelled and felt before you walked into the building. But in here, the season is always: studio.

Up in the offices, definitely:

In the parking deck, sure:

And throughout the evening, it is becoming clear, the seasons are changing: