We walked through the forest down to the creek in glaring sunlight and, yowie, it looks like Les Fauves have been there, painting over parts of our fall creek scenery. We spooked ’em, they must have dropped loaded brushes and palettes full of paint into the water before vanishing from plein air into thin air. All the great colorists throughout history; Matisse, Derain, Van Gogh, Kandinsky, Gauguin, to name a few.
Kidding! A big sunsmack did this, on the magic reflecting creek at low water. Roaring rays packing color. All increments and permutations are contained in raw sunlight. Those riffles in the foliage and water, those shifting shadows, the clattering dry leaves? Only a light breeze, and frogs. No one, no ghosts, are here.
Working together at the house, Bud the Editing Cat’s got something to say, “Those wild beasts are out there, I hear them and smell them. Just because you have sub-feline sensing mechanisms doesn’t mean the woods aren’t full of beasts.”
“You don’t understand, I mean painters …”
In the southeast US ‘painters’ and ‘panthers’ are old terms for mountain lions. The big cats are now generally thought to be absent here.
“Well, never mind. Umm, when did you learn French?”
Blink blink purrrr. His usual answer.
“And what do you know about panthers? They were around before your time.”
Blink blink purrrr.
Bud seems to be an all-knowing old soul.
The hues are quieter around Leaf Jam Island.
There is no photo editing on the creek and forest pictures, but I did enhance Bud’s pic. As chief editor of both word and photo editing, he wasn’t too pleased. During the process he meowed, “Whoa! Such a lead foot on the color pedal! Trying to get back to the 60s, are ya?”
“Well I made sure you still look like an earth-toned chocolate panther with green eyes. And yeah, maybe I am. Just how do you know about the 60s? You were a kitten in 2001.”
Blink blink purrrr.
Where Bud and I sit, edit, and discuss, autumn seeps slowly into the trees standing just outside the house in the gold October light:
“And how could I see a mouse move through that mess of color? That’s just not realistic. It’s chromatic dissonance.”
“How do you know? You have two-color vision! It’s my understanding everything’s there in the photos, a recorded impression of a tonal continuum. You don’t see it until you play with brights, darks, color, and saturation in photo editing.” I try to explain.
“Dang, girl, I know all that. Let’s get back to reality. I still say there’s something or someone out there.”
“Just purr, Buddy.” This time I’m the one going blink blink.
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