As the summer winds down ( I know it came late for us here in New England) and fall approaches, I am looking forward to my favorite time of the year. The cool, crip mornings, the color splash of bright reds, oranges, yellows and various hues on the trees. The variety of blooms of chyrsantemums, road side stalls of honey and harvest produce. The texture of gourds, squash, pumpkins, acorns, I look forward to the crunches of the leaves under my footsteps, and the crackling sounds as squirrels hurries about gathering nuts I am look forward to all of these. The beautiful sunsets then give rise to a full bright tawny havest moon. Everything about the smell, sounds, sights and textures of fall stimulates me creatively.
I am looking forward to roving with my camera this fall and find scenes to that will be frozen forever , and each time they are viewed, I can say, “I remember when.” For my audience, may their words be, ” I want to be there.”
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- South Common Park, a view from Summer Street, taken Fall 2007
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- View from 3rd floor window, Fall 2008
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- My daughter Diamond and I
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- Diamond
The words of another is not missed until they are no longer around, and can say no more. We then ask the question, “I wonder what they were trying to say”, followed by an everlasting debate of what it could be. We hear without listening, and often allow the noise of opinions to condition us to selective hearing. 
VP Holmes Art 
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