The Glow Of Forgotten Grandeur

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They were two impressive leather chairs, languishing in shadows where the stairway twisted between floors in an elderly Montana hotel. Adjacent to them, sharing royal red and gold carpet, an upright piano waited for a song.

Their town is small, set amid historic and geographic hot spots; you have to want to be there, and there were few guests the night I stayed. No one ran their hands over the smooth, time-worn arms, no modern bottoms felt the deep satisfaction of sinking into the cushions. The piano remained silent.

But, for a few precise moments, as evening peered through a tall window and I paused in the hallway, the glow of forgotten grandeur reappeared, and history sang softly in my ear.

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Irrepressible

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Whether it’s juniper trees huddled on a ledge, or a crow and its shadow sailing on an updraft, life inside Arizona’s Canyon de Chelly must be resilient to endure and flourish in the unforgiving desert environment.

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What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well. —Antoine de Saint-Exupery

A Camera, A Comb

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In Middlegate, Nevada, a camera functions much like a comb—you’re never quite sure what you’ll find until you’ve drawn it over the surface a time or two.

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Quick Stop—Tulelake, California

Whether it’s a hurry-up for food, drinks, gas, or photos, quick stops can shortchange you out of other possibilities when you’re traveling.

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If time is short, as it was for me in Tulelake, I suggest walking around the location; even a half-hour can bring you to interesting light and subjects. When you return home, some of them might surprise you.

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Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind. —Nathaniel Hawthorne

And Nothing In Between

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The leaf was a holdover from last autumn, clinging stubbornly to the past at the top of the tree or caught in tall grass at the edge of our yard, but when I brought it to the house and set in on the wooden bench by the back door it became a study in contrasts in the morning sunlight. I definitely saw a lion when I flipped it over, but I prefer this version.

If everything isn’t black and white, I say,
‘Why the hell not?’—John Wayne

Whispers In The Dark

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More from my autumn leaf series, posted for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Shadowed.

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind. —Nathaniel Hawthorne