Ray Bradbury Quotation

“August was almost over. The first cool touch of autumn moved slowly through the town and there was a softening and the first gradual burning fever of color in every tree, a faint flush and coloring in the hills, and the color of lions in the wheat fields. Now the pattern of days was familiar and repeated like a penman beautifully inscribing again and again, in practice, a series of it’s and w’s and m’s, day after day the line repeated in delicate rills.”

An excerpt from Ray Bradbury’s, Dandelion Wine. Thinking about this photograph from a day on the lake where the color and season reflect one another. Just as fall begins to arrive. Thinking about a pattern of days. How the photographs in this series relate to the idea of “inscribing again and again… day after day the line repeated in delicate rills.”

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