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Fall in Newport · Nov 9, 11:31 PM

I’ve been taking pictures again.

The power-yachts have left the harbor, and every week more and more of the tall sailing ships go south. The Chinese junk, however, is back. It was tied up at Bowen’s Wharf all last winter.

The waterfront:

At the end of the day:

New-England has distinct seasons, and Fall is here now, attended by her typical symptoms: a cool drop and the hidden sharp chill, golden leaves shining in the early sunsets, long nights with mulled wine and warm casseroles, the rustle of leaves across pavement, baren leafless plants.

Turning leaves:

Play of light and shadow:

Litter bags:

Graveyards:

After my favorites have time to develop, I’ll put them up on flickr. For now, you’ll have to wade through this gallery.

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  1. I am sad. I searched for both “Chinese” and “junk,” yet came up emptyhanded. Why, Tom, why? — Katie    Nov 11, 01:49 PM    #

  2. I totally don’t use titles or searchable keywords. Boy doesn’t that suck, I’m thinking. The junk shows up here and here and here and also here if you look hard. — Tom    Nov 11, 01:57 PM    #

  3. I hate you, stupid guilt trip! — Tom    Nov 11, 02:00 PM    #

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