how the light gets in

 "there is something in october

sets the gypsy blood astir,

we must rise and follow her

when from every hill of flame,

she calls

each vababond by name."

- william bliss carman

so it is that october beckons me.

i put on my boots

and an epic audio book,

grab the camera,

and venture out into the snappy,

musty, earth scented air.

no plan,

no expectations,

no thinking even.

just walking

and watching

where october takes me.

and what an alluring

companion she proves to be

under fragile arches

that trap the essence of the sun,

over gilded rustling carpets,

through forgotten alleys

teeming with the magic

of the derelict.

i am once again drawn

to the broken things,

to the cracked, the neglected, the forsaken.

 and once again i find inspiration

by the bucket loads.

 

 "forget your perfect offering
there is a crack in everything
that's how the light gets in."

-leonard cohen