Fall Fall Fall

Yes. It is Fall. Or, rather, it was Fall.
Yet. Yes. I have photos of Fall.

Of course, there's more to it than a single lonely leaf upon the oil-stained pavement of life.
Yes. What astounding and hateful beauty exists upon this non-emerald isle in a cold sea:

I confess these photos are from quite a while ago, at a time when I feared to post anything. A much understandable fear . . . But let's move on.

Red seems to be popular this year!

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Sunshine yellow and dusky orange:

Yes.

And of course good old dead and dying brown:

And the fields? You ask. Yes, you do. Those all important provisioners of soybeans and corn and rutabagas that mask the true secret economy of the island? How do (did) they look in the Fall?

Like this, I guess:

                                     
                                                     

Ah. Yes. Look at the men work to harvest the dust and then to export the dust to dust-importing nations, all on the sly as no one can know of the existence of this island non-nation. And after the harvest, why the real men go to work marketing their brand of dust and marking up the prices of dust and manipulating the dust-market for more marking up of prices and their kickbacks and bribes and special offers so that everyone makes big money on dust except those who might need it most.

Wonderful.

So wonderful one wishes he she it could just hit the lonesome road through the lonesome countryside and fall fall fall away . . .

Which of course I am unable to do . . .


Until next time if there is a next time:

Goodbye from Soybean Island,

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