This image (click) of the lovely wear and fade of time will be calendar-coordinated soon, though the greens still dominate–at least from a distance. Up close, hardly a leaf remains unblemished, invaded by tiny colonies of fungus, giving up the greens of chlorophyll to reveal the xanthophylls and carotenes of oranges, reds and yellows underneath.
Soon, those too will fade, and death is brown and gray, the color of mold and decay. Autumn is one of those several times the bell tower plays a special melody; we should take notice. We only get so many performances in a short lifetime, after all.
You lost me – is this the bell tower of the Via Electric building? How old is plywood, anyway? 1950s?
At 67 years, I liked your reference to the limited number of autumns we have (and I liked your poetic way, too.). I’ve always liked autumn best, because of its mild peacefulness.