Indira Ganesan, Starling, in the Middle, 2012

The starlings are puffed up and resting in the trees.  It is a bleak sky day, but the fall colors  are brilliant, touched with rain.  Amazingly, the pot of tree fuchsia on the balcony is still in bloom.  If I go out to take a picture, I will scare the birds away, so here is an interior shot.

I have been working as if it is October.  Fall days, full of deadlines, news.  The debate last night which I hovered between watching, then switching to Henning Mankell’s  “Wallender” when my blood pressure seemed to shoot up.  Let us not elect a bully this year.

All I have to offer today, day of drizzle, rain, and splendid color, are more photos, magically and digitally enhanced.

Indira Ganesan, Provincetown Harbor, Color Enhanced, 2012

Indira Ganesan, As It Is, 2012

Indira Ganesan, Pamet Harbor, Enhanced, 2012

Indira Ganesan, Giverney in Martha’s Vineyard, 201

Indira Ganesan, Blurred Meadow, Summer 2012

Claude Monet, detail:The Artist’s Garden at Giverney, Yale University, Wikipedia

The Cape’s monsoon season has started.  Hardly, but there has been rain and grey skies that burst open into afternoon gold.  This morning’s rain must have been the sound of wind through the trees.  Autumn is here, but early days. I discovered some photographs from my summer jaunt to Martha’s Vineyard.  It feels strange to attach my name to these, but they are photographs using an iPod with enhancement features.

What season stands out for you? What season do you photograph more than others? Are you in your season or do you wish to be transported into another?

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• http://andiamoalmaresi.wordpress.com/2012/09/23/claude-monet-2/

Indira Ganesan, Shimmer, 2012

Over a year ago, my novel was accepted, and I have worked on its various stages before it comes out in print this winter.  To say I am mildly obsessed about it is putting it, well, mildly.  When my last book came out, the towers were still with us, the X-Files were on the air, and I had never see a Whole Foods.  I had just learned to use email and had my first account;my first messages were telegramatically  terse.  Now, all this time later, I am going over the final edits, what is known as a “second pass” slowly.

I am on page 119.

I took a walk and a neighbor pointed out flocks of butterflies on buddleia.

Indira Ganesan, Butterfly at neighboring garden, 2012

Indira Ganesan, Butterfly At Neighboring Garden 2, 2012

Indira Ganesan, Butterfly ang3, 2012

Indira Ganesan, Butterfly, neighbor’s house, 2012

Joyous.