A Page From…

… ‘Seasons At Eagle Pond‘ by Donald Hall.

“… Walking back to our house from any direction, we know again and always the heart-stopping first time that our house sits floating in the center of Autunn’s flood: yellow-candle leaves against unpainted barn; wild fiery maple up-shooting against the sprawling old white house with green shutters; the slope of Ragged rising behind with its crazy anthology of universal color, shade and texture. We inhabit the landscape’s brightest and briefest flesh…”