Rosslyn Redux

Tag: October

  • Sundown Surf

    Sundown Surf

    Sundown Surf, August 10, 2022 (Source: Susan Bacot-Davis)
    Sundown Surf, August 10, 2022 (Source: Susan Bacot-Davis)

    Slightly less than two months ago, celebrating a peak-of-summer day with a sensational sundown surf. Actually, concluding a wake surf (closer to sunset than normal or advisable).

    Sundown Surf Haiku

    Wake lifting, cresting,
    board surging and legs pumping,
    surfing into dusk.
    — Geo Davis

    Champlaining Relived

    Today we start the first day of October. So much change from that photo, and in so little time. We are undeniably, falling, falling, falling into autumn. I try for a moment to relive the sublime moment after a sundown surf in one of world’s the most spectacular spots. Perfection then. Perfection now. This is Champlaining!

  • October Rain

    October Rain

    October Rain (Source: Geo Davis)
    October Rain (Source: Geo Davis)

    Sometimes it’s as if frames from two different films overlap. For a moment. Sometimes longer. Occasionally the overlapping images complement one another, but often the experience is jarring. Confusing. Unsettling.

    Seasons bleed into one another playfully, testing our agility, our resilience. Far-flung geographies, domiciles, and life stages muddle, merge, and drift apart again. Our worlds intermingle. For a moment. Sometimes longer.

    October Rain, Wordy

    Tell me a story
    of prism pocks on pears.
    Sing me a song 
    of raindrops on apples.
    Pen me a poem
    of flickering daylight,
    flirting with nightfall;
    of sleepless longing
    for toil-oiled muscles
    and limber limbed spring;
    of sauntering through
    my cherished orchard
    in sultry summer,
    still oblivious to
    the dreary drama
    of October rain.

    October Rain, Visual

    Sometimes poetry leans on language, word bricks and word mortar, to sculpt a song or a story. Sometimes vision is enough to free the singing underneath… 

    https://www.instagram.com/reel/CjYQvj3AtKY/ 

    October Rain, Singalong

    Another perspective on October Rain just might wiggle it’s way into your mental repeat. I happened upon the subtly hypnotic jingle by Robin Jackson, and now it’s continuous looping like a subconscious 8-track tape in my graying gray matter. 

    Mostly October is crisp and clear along the Adirondack Coast. Quintessential autumn. But exceptions and rules are made in mysterious ways…