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Week 6, Oct. 4: Watch summer bend to fall’s embrace

We interrupt this series for a case of COVID-19.

I missed a week. Last Sunday, I didn’t get around to showing my latest weekly photo due to a case of COVID-19. My bout with the sickness from 2020, the year that just keeps “giving,” began with a low-grade fever on Tuesday, Sept. 29. My fever diminished a couple of days later, followed by extreme aches and muscle pains, followed by allergy-like symptoms shortly thereafter, followed by loss of taste and smell just night before last. And so it goes; fortunately, no more serious issues have arisen.

I’ll be posting again tomorrow, but wanted to add last Sunday’s photo before then. I’ll explain this little project below the photos, so keep scrolling if you’re a little confused.

Autumn begins to show its colors in this Missouri park
Week 6; Taken Oct. 4, 2020 at 9:49 a.m. | We got out later in the morning for this pic. The mid-morning light definitely has a different cast.
Missouri park early morning in autumn
Week 5; Taken September 27, 2020 at 7:49 a.m. Overall, the photo has slightly less green this week. There’s a bit more yellow in the leaves overhead.
Missouri park early morning in autumn
Week 4; Taken September 20, 2020 at 8:05 a.m. There are (in an ever-so-slight amount) a few more leaves on the ground.
Autumns begins to turn the colors in this Missouri park
Week 3; Taken September 13, 2020 at 7:47 a.m.
Indian summer in a Missouri park
Week 2; Taken September 6, 2020 at 7:33 a.m.
Summer still holds this park setting in a bright embrace
Week 1; Taken August 30, 2020 at 8:50 a.m.

Every Sunday morning, my husband and I take a walk through our local city park in Bolivar, Missouri. Near the back of the park acreage is this idyllic scene in the pictures above.

I’ve always thought this scene was especially pretty, although I’m not sure why there’s a lectern facing the trees. Perhaps the trees need a “talking to” every so often?

The idea struck me to take a photo of this setting, and then on each subsequent Sunday morning at about the same time, take another and add it to the post. Doing this would allow us to watch the seasons change in a minuscule amount from week to week.

On another note: I am not adjusting any filters on these photos; however, I do sharpen them just a bit in my iPhone camera app.

Observe the fairest of the seasons…

If you’re like me and believe that fall is the fairest of the seasons, become a follower to view my weekly post to see the latest incremental seasonal changes. Check out my blog for travel stories and other narrative works.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to click like and become a follower for more posts.

Marilyn Yung | Her Writing Portfolio and Blog
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Week 5, Sept. 27: Watch summer bend to fall’s embrace

Survey the changing season with me every Sunday

Week 5; Taken Sept. 27, 2020 at 7:49 a.m. | Overall, the photo has slightly less green this week. There’s a bit more yellow in the leaves overhead.
Week 4; Taken September 20, 2020 at 8:05 a.m. There are (in an ever-so-slight amount) a few more leaves on the ground.
Week 3; Taken September 13, 2020 at 7:47 a.m.
Week 2; Taken September 6, 2020 at 7:33 a.m.
Week 1; Taken August 30, 2020 at 8:50 a.m.
Francie at La Petite Gemme Prairie last December.


Every Sunday morning, my husband and I take a walk through our local city park in Bolivar, Missouri. Near the back of the park acreage is this idyllic scene in the pictures above.

I’ve always thought this scene was especially pretty, although I’m not sure why there’s a lectern facing the trees. Perhaps the trees need a “talking to” every so often?

The idea struck me to take a photo of this setting, and then on each subsequent Sunday morning at about the same time, take another and add it to the post. Doing this would allow us to watch the seasons change in a minuscule amount from week to week.

On another note: I am not adjusting any filters on these photos; however, I do sharpen them just a bit in my iPhone camera app.

Observe the fairest of the seasons…

If you’re like me and believe that fall is the fairest of the seasons, become a follower to view my weekly post to see the latest incremental seasonal changes. Check out my blog for travel stories and other narrative works.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to click like and become a follower for more posts.

Marilyn Yung | Her Writing Portfolio and Blog
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Week 4, Sept. 20: Watch summer bend to fall’s embrace

Survey the changing season with me every Sunday

Week 4; Taken September 20, 2020… There are (in an ever-so-slight amount) a few more leaves on the ground.
Week 3; Taken September 13, 2020
Week 2; Taken September 6, 2020
Week 1; Taken August 30, 2020

Every Sunday morning, my husband and I take a walk through our local city park in Bolivar, Missouri. Near the back of the park acreage is this idyllic scene in the pictures above.

I’ve always thought this scene was especially pretty, although I’m not sure why there’s a lectern facing the trees. Perhaps the trees need a “talking to” every so often?

The idea struck me to take a photo of this setting, and then on each subsequent Sunday morning at about the same time, take another and add it to the post. Doing this would allow us to watch the seasons change in a minuscule amount from week to week.

Observe the fairest of the seasons…

If you’re like me and believe that fall is the fairest of the seasons, become a follower to view my weekly post to see the latest incremental seasonal changes. Check out my blog for a travel stories and other narrative works.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to click like and become a follower for more posts.

Marilyn Yung | Her Writing Portfolio and Blog
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Uncategorized US (Missouri) US Travel

Week 3: Watch summer bend to fall’s embrace

Survey the changing season with me every Sunday

Week 3; Taken September 13
Week 2; Taken September 6, 2020
Week 1; Taken August 30, 2020

Every Sunday morning, my husband and I take a walk through our local city park in Bolivar, Missouri. Near the back of the park acreage is this idyllic scene in the pictures above.

I’ve always thought this scene was especially pretty, although I’m not sure why there’s a lectern facing the trees. Perhaps the trees need a “talking to” every so often?

The idea struck me to take a photo of this setting, and then on each subsequent Sunday morning at about the same time, take another and add it to the post. Doing this would allow us to watch the seasons change in a minuscule amount from week to week.

Observe the fairest of the seasons…

If you’re like me and believe that fall is the fairest of the seasons, bookmark this post and then check back every week, clicking your refresh button to see the latest photo that’s been added.


Thanks for reading! Feel free to click like and become a follower for more posts.

Marilyn Yung | Her Writing Portfolio and Blog
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Uncategorized US (Missouri) US Travel

Watch summer bend to fall’s embrace

Survey the changing season with me every Sunday

Week 3; Taken September 13
Week 2; Taken September 6, 2020
Week 1; Taken August 30, 2020

Every Sunday morning, my husband and I take a walk through our local city park in Bolivar, Missouri. Near the back of the park acreage is this idyllic scene in the pictures above.

I’ve always thought this scene was especially pretty, although I’m not sure why there’s a lectern facing the trees. Perhaps the trees need a “talking to” every so often?

The idea struck me to take a photo of this setting, and then on each subsequent Sunday morning at about the same time, take another and add it to the post. Doing this would allow us to watch the seasons change in a minuscule amount from week to week.

Observe the fairest of the seasons…

If you’re like me and believe that fall is the fairest of the seasons, bookmark this post and then check back every week, clicking your refresh button to see the latest photo that’s been added.


Thanks for reading! Feel free to click like and become a follower for more posts.

Marilyn Yung | Her Writing Portfolio and Blog
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Poetry Uncategorized

Rust: A Color Poem

Photo by Zsolt Palatinus on Unsplash

Rust

Rust is the unreliable color of 

weakness and evasion,

an erratic reacquaintance.

He’s the embarrassing residue

oxidizing at the edge of iron’s brawn.

A popular environmental color,

he was a favorite at the very 

first Earth Day in 1970.

Unlike his obstinate cousin,

Orange, 

Rust also goes by

Clay,

Cinnamon,

Squash,

Yam,

Copper Mountain.

Crayons know him

as Burnt Sienna.

Redheads call him

Ginger.

The tint of McRib,

he imitates the

machine-formed pork hero:

in and out of our lives —

back for a limited time — 

and then gone for months

(or years) on end.


I recently read “Yellow,” the 1987 poem by Kay Ryan (and “Yellow” the song by Coldplay and “Yellow” the post by Yeahanotherblogger), and was inspired to write the above little verse. Just experimenting. Also thinking about a new poetry assignment for my high school students. Your reactions and thoughts are welcome.
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Art Art & Architecture Uncategorized US (Missouri)

Ode to the Hudson River School

Photo: M. Yung

Wherein I kinda-sorta compare my silly little iPhone 8 photo to six sumptuous American masterpieces

I took the above photo yesterday afternoon at the Pomme de Terre River about six miles east of Bolivar, Missouri. After I posted it on Instagram and Facebook, a friend commented that it reminded her of paintings from the Hudson River School. I vaguely knew what she meant, but I wasn’t exactly sure.

So I did what we all do when we’re a little fuzzy on a subject: I googled. Two seconds later, I found this entry on Wikipedia,

“The Hudson River School was a mid-19th century American art movement embodied by a group of landscape painters whose aesthetic vision was influenced by Romanticism. The paintings typically depict the Hudson River Valley and the surrounding area, including the CatskillAdirondack, and White Mountains.”

Wikipedia

I also read that two of the more prominent Hudson River School artists were Asher Brown Durand (1796-1886) and Thomas Cole (1801-1848).

That Wikipedia entry rang a bell. In my mind’s eye, I could hazily recall Kindred Spirits, the masterpiece by Durand I saw a few years ago in the permanent collection at Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art in Bentonville, Arkansas. (Read my article about this fabulous collection here: There are no crystal bridges at Crystal Bridges: and other thoughts about the best art museum you’ve probably never heard of).

If you can’t picture Kindred Spirits any better than I could, here it is:

Kindred Spirits | Asher Brown Durand | Public domain | That’s fellow artist Thomas Cole and poet William Cullen Bryant talking on a ledge in the Catskill Mountains.

I can see what my friend meant by her Facebook comment. A few things give my photo that “Hudson River School” look:

  • The colors… All those gorgeous greens and golds.
  • The composition… That tree trunk on the left. Those leaves and branches that gracefully frame the sky.
  • The subject matter… America the beautiful, in all her glory.

The Wikipedia article also noted that…

In general, Hudson River School artists believed that nature in the form of the American landscape was a reflection of God.

Wikipedia

Even though the various artists of the Hudson River School differed in their beliefs or devotion to Christianity, they apparently shared an inclination to record a pastoral, peaceful co-existence between mankind and nature. The paintings accomplish that goal. They are uplifting, calming, and restorative… just like that little bend in the Pomme de Terre.

Just for fun, let’s look at some other Hudson River School paintings by Durand…

A Stream in the Wood | 1865 | Asher Brown Durand | Public Domain
The Catskills | 1859 | Asher Brown Durand | Public Domain

And now, three by Thomas Cole…

View from Mount Holyoke, Northampton, Massachusetts, After a Thunderstorm a.k.a. The Oxbow | Thomas Cole | 1836 | Public Domain
View on the Catskill – Early Autumn | Thomas Cole | 1836 | Public Domain
Daniel Boone at His Cabin at Great Osage Lake | Thomas Cole | 1826 | Public Domain

Who says social media isn’t educational?

Yesterday, I was just taking a pretty picture down by the river east of Bolivar. However, thanks to my friend’s comment, I learned a little about 19th-century American art. Hopefully, with this blog post (by the way, blogs are another form of social media) you learned a little, too.


Thanks for reading! Ever take a picture that you found later resembled a famous photo or painting? Click like, leave a comment, and let me know. Become a follower for more posts like this one or click on my menu of art-related posts at the top of the screen.

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Italy (Venice) Travel Videos Uncategorized

Making waves in Venice: A gondola and a cruise ship

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Photo by Kit Suman on Unsplash

For Venice lovers: a video clip of each

I’ve been to Venice twice, but neither time have I ridden a gondola or disembarked from a cruise (or embarked on one, for that matter). On my first trip to Venice, I flew to Marco Polo Airport and then hopped onto an Ali Laguna vaporetto to hop off at San Samuele.

On my second trip, I took a bus from Marco Polo to the bustling Piazzale Roma where I met my daughter who was there serving an internship at the 2019 Venice Biennale.

So although I still have not ridden a gondola, they continue to fascinate me…

…as they snake through the labyrinthine canals, glossy and black.

It’s possible, as one walks alongside a canal, to glance up from your thoughts and be surprised by one gliding by, silent and serene, mere footsteps away.

It is also possible to be flabbergasted by the gargantuan size of a cruise ship as it lumbers through the lagoon.

These behemoths seem strangely alien in such a delicate cityscape.

Similar to New York  City’s new Super Tall skyscrapers, they appear gawky, out of place, and — with last summer’s near cruise ship collision, — dangerous and unnecessary.  This two-minute video shows the mammoth size of one of these cruise ships as it creeps along the Zattere waterfront promenade in the Dorsoduro sestiere. 


Thanks for reading! Check out my Italy (Venice) category for several more posts (Jewish Ghetto, the hospital, Calatrava Bridge, etc.) about Venice… a city I hope to visit a third time when travel opportunities return. I have a list of sights I still want to experience. Feel free to leave a like, make a comment and become a follower for more travel posts.


My next post: How to get from Delphi to Itea, Greece by bus

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How I found connection in the Basilica of San Vitale

On this Easter Sunday, my thoughts turn to the redemption and salvation provided by Jesus Christ, and our visit three years ago to one of the most beautiful churches in Italy, the Basilica of San Vitale in Ravenna.

Marilyn Yung

Of tenacity and Easter cupcake sprinkles in Ravenna, Italy

IMG_6531These aren’t paintings, but mosaics made of thousands and thousands of tiny glass tiles known as tesserae. The gold tesserae are actually two clear glass tiles that sandwich a layer of gold leaf. The entire surfaces of these walls are mosaic; the only areas that aren’t mosaics are the windows and the marble columns.  | Photo: Katherine Yung

Here’s a scenario: Your daughter requests sprinkles on the Easter cupcakes you’re baking. However, pretend the shaker needed to sprinkle on the dotted decorations has not been invented yet, and the only way to get the sprinkles perfectly placed and evenly dispersed on the cupcakes is not by scattering them with your fingers, but by applying them one by one… with tweezers perhaps.

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Adding sprinkles to the cupcakes now will take days, weeks or longer. The task will be one of…

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Video Friday: Can you hear the people sing?

Listen carefully for the summer sounds of Skopelos, Greece.


Listen carefully… can you hear it? Last summer, I heard voices rising from the depths of Skopelos Town on the island of the same name in Greece. I don’t know who was singing or for what reason, but it was a beautiful moment and one I had to capture and share. The sense of community in this village is strong. Enjoy this brief glimpse of Skopelos life! For a post from my blog full of photos of Skopelos, click here.