Lake Kakura, Brooms Head, NSW North Coast in Australia. The waters of the river flow into the lake form of a tree with many branches.
Lake Cakora is a lake and lagoon that is intermittently open to the ocean at Brooms Head Main Beach. The water is soaked by tea tree oils, hence the brown colour, and the extra water flowing out of the lake has created this stunning natural masterpiece
Emily Brontë
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
John Clare
I love the fitfull gusts that shakes
The casement all the day
And from the mossy elm tree takes
The faded leaf away
Twirling it by the window-pane
With thousand others down the lane
I love to see the shaking twig
Dance till the shut of eve
The sparrow on the cottage rig
Whose chirp would make believe
That spring was just now flirting by
In summers lap with flowers to lie
I love to see the cottage smoke
Curl upwards through the naked trees
The pigeons nestled round the coat
On dull November days like these
The cock upon the dung-hill crowing
The mill sails on the heath a-going
The feather from the ravens breast
Falls on the stubble lea
The acorns near the old crows nest
Fall pattering down the tree
The grunting pigs that wait for all
Scramble and hurry where they fall
Katherine Towers
into the coppery halls
of beech and intricate oak
to be close to the trees
as they whisper together
let fall their leaves,
and we die for the winter
Clive James
Your death, near now, is of an easy sort.
So slow a fading out brings no real pain.
Breath growing short
Is just uncomfortable. You feel the drain
Of energy, but thought and sight remain:
Enhanced, in fact. When did you ever see
So much sweet beauty as when fine rain falls
On that small tree
And saturates your brick back garden walls,
So many Amber Rooms and mirror halls?
Ever more lavish as the dusk descends
This glistening illuminates the air.
It never ends.
Whenever the rain comes it will be there,
Beyond my time, but now I take my share.
My daughter’s choice, the maple tree is new.
Come autumn and its leaves will turn to flame.
What I must do
Is live to see that. That will end the game
For me, though life continues all the same:
Filling the double doors to bathe my eyes,
A final flood of colours will live on
As my mind dies,
Burned by my vision of a world that shone
So brightly at the last, and then was gone.
William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum’d by that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Robert Louis Stevenson
In the other gardens
And all up in the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over,
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!
Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
The verses in this beautiful collection will transport you to vibrant autumnal scenes, from harvest festival to Remembrance Day. Each poem has a link to the date on which they appear, with verses from poets such as Robert Louis Stevenson, John Betjeman, Amy Lowell, Paul Laurence Dunbar, William Shakespeare and Christina Rossetti. The poems are selected from Allie Esiri’s bestselling poetry anthologies A Poem for Every Day of the Year and A Poem for Every Night of the Year.
This collection is part of the Macmillan Collector’s Library, and is divided into spring, summer, autumn and winter. From W. B. Yeats to Andrew Marvell, nature has inspired some of the loveliest poetry ever written.
Reference https://www.panmacmillan.com/blogs/literary/poems-poetry-about-for-autumn-keats-frost-classic
David Hampton
David Hampton said his late father, John, admonished him regarding the subject of clear-cuts and how to make them aesthetically pleasing.
The elder Hampton had an idea that he proposed to his son. “Can’t you just spray them with green dye?” David recalls being asked. “No, dad, we can’t do that,” he responded. But soon after John’s death in March 2006 at the age of 80, David and staff devised a plan that surely his dad would approve.
“I think it’s marvelous,” said Hampton, describing the giant smiling face overlooking Highway 18, on a hillside just to the southeast, between Grand Ronde and Willamina. “People get so excited about it. It brings joy to folks, in this crazy time that we are in. For us, it was a way to have some fun and a little frivolity.
Hamptom, who along with siblings Elizabeth and Jamey owns Hampton Lumber, said he never tires of looking at it. And he isn’t shy about expressing how proud he is of how that smiling hillside can lift the spirits of so many, particularly during this period of time.
“I’m just happy it turned out as well as it did,” he said. “It’s symmetrical. It doesn’t have a droopy eye. It could have ended up really weird. We just planted it and let it go. It’s been awesome.”
The face, which measures 300 feet across, was a stand of Hampton Lumber-owned timber about 10 years ago. Hampton said the stand had reached “rotation age,” meaning it was more than 50 years old. It was growing and doing well, but it was ready for harvest. “It was in our GIS (geographic information system),” Hampton said. “There it was, and it’s number came up.”
Dennis Creel was a Hampton chief forester at that time, having since retired after 41 years. Mark Vroman, a current company tree farm manager, was then a forester. Hampton remembers they were surveying stands of the property. Driving east on Highway 18, toward Willamina, the two understood this particular stand was ready to be harvested.
“That was the next piece,” Hampton said. “It was so visible. They were talking about that, how visible it would be.” Hampton characterized visibility and its association with timber harvesting as problematic. The general public often does not understand what it is seeing when it views a clear-cut.
“It was right out in front of God,” Hampton said of the stand that stood above the highway. Now, what to do with this piece of property. Well, how about a smiley face? That would be funny, Hampton thought.
When Creel and Vroman returned to the office, they were joined by Hampton during the noon hour, and the smiley face idea began materializing. “Dennis laughed it off,” Hampton recalls. “We had a concept for forest art, leaving trees in certain configurations.”
The work began. Douglas fir trees were planted for the eyes and the mouth, and they were surrounded by hybrid larches, a conifer species predominantly yellow. “The species is especially strong, comparable to spruce,” Hampton said. “It doesn’t deteriorate easily, and so it is ideal for use in decking and greenhouses, the Northern Logger website reported on its website.”
And, it turns out, larches are perfect for smiley faces. “Dennis and I layed it out visually,” Hampton said. “We had to figure out where the eyes and the mouth would be placed. We were out there with tree planters. We measured it out and put it in.”
Hampton admits no one really knew what they were doing or how this might turn out.
“We just thought it would be entertaining,” he said. “The first year (following planting) it came up, it was hilarious. I thought, ‘look at that thing.’ We had created forest art. It showed clear cuts are a happy place. It was just marvelous. It’s gotten such interesting notoriety. I’m pleased it has worked out.”
When it comes to sustainability, the goal is to be creative and innovative when possible, Hampton said. “It’s incumbent on this industry to have a sustainable harvest or we are out of business,” he said. “Specifically, make sure we planted this correctly.”
The harvest took about two months followed by six weeks to log the area. Planting followed. “You want to make sure one species is not outgrowing the other,” Hampton said. “Larch is a good species. This will be visible for a long time.”
Tree Weaver 