Tag: fall
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Autumn Coming: Time For Pumpkin Flavored Everything
We recently had the first crisp evening that hinted at the changes to come, that feeling in the air that native Westsylvanians recognize as “a Football Night.” In the verges, the annual flora are showing wear, the color of goldenrod lines country roads and the counts of our prolific whitetail deer seen dead along the…
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Homecoming Football Game
So, the Homecoming football game turned out well. It rained before and after the game, but not during, and the kids did pretty well. A news team from KDKA-2 Pittsburgh showed up–cool for the kids. Blows my mind to watch this video, though, despite being there in person: I’ve known at lot of these kids…
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Autumn Photo: Yellowstone 1990
Wandering around Yellowstone with some friends way back in 1990, mid-afternoon on the road between Mammoth and Tower, we spotted a colorful grove of aspen trees. We waded out into the dry autumn grass, plopped down, and stared up and through the golden leaves at the perfect blue sky above. We dozed off and had…
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Autumn Found Photos: This Is Going to Be Difficult
An initial foray into the world of autumn posts revealed a whole lot of gifs, clip art, graphics, cute photos of other people’s children raking leaves or going on hay rides, and creepy-ish images that remind me of stuff cut-and-pasted from an LL Bean catalog. Or Sears Roebuck, even. There’s also a lot of clearly…
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Autumn Photo: Step Into Fall
We’ll see if we can keep this seasonal-themed photo thing going. This one isn’t the most vibrant, but it has a sort of subtle genius to it, don’t you think? I’m not just saying that because I took it. It’s just…obvious.
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Football = Stromboli
So, the Steelers start the season against the longtime rival Cleveland Browns. We’re all worked up in a lather of optimistic expectation, with an undercurrent of wariness than comes in a “rebuilding” year. Only one thing is certain: a man’s gotta eat. And what does a man gotta eat? Stromboli. Since we had company for…
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War Poems For National Poetry Month: Bob Dylan, A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall
A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall, by Bob Dylan Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? And where have you been my darling young one? I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I’ve been out…
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