It had been awhile since we trekked in the woods on the northern edge of town. I really like it in there, but we tend to lose out bearings a little bit, and we can't seem to find a way to track little walks like that in either GMaps or Apple Maps. Fortunately, it isn't exactly a vast forest, so we couldn't get too lost for too long.
Most leaves were down, and I thought that I would report on that, but it was sunny, so the leaves that remained were looking quite splendid, like this stand of orange in the distance beyond the mostly leafless trees in the intervening space.
It turns out that the two other photos that I liked best were of the same subject as each other but shot at different focal lengths and then also cropped differently in edit. I don't crop in square ratio often, but it seemed to work just right in the first photo. The second was a telephoto zoom with a somewhat unusual, narrow, vertical crop.
"The three deaths" can refer to several concepts: a philosophical idea about finality, Leo Tolstoy's short story, or a documentary about Marisela Escobedo. The most widely discussed concept is the philosophical one, where a person's three deaths are the physical death, the death of their memory, and the final death when their name is forgotten forever.
Possibly 1982
Those forest photos are quite beautiful with the light. I love Autumn light as it is on an angle instead of right above.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading about your father. I think of mine daily.
I guess being a genealogist, many of my ancestors are still awaiting their third death two. Even though previous generations may have forgotten their name, by me remembering them, the "forever" part hasn't yet occurred.
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DeleteI like the third woodland shot best. I'm like Ed and do ancestry stuff. I'd never heard of the third death. It seems a bit of an assumption that the current thinking people are the most important.
ReplyDeleteI think it is just a poetical sort of thought that is not to be taken too seriously with genealogical charts in mind. Maybe think of it like when your descendants stop talking about you.
DeleteI like best the narrow vertical shot. It's like some Asian art.
ReplyDeleteLove the light in the outdoors in these shots. Great shots of your dad!
ReplyDeleteFor some people the third death will never come. For others, it comes too rapidly.
ReplyDeleteThese are really good photos. I think I like #1 best. Your dad looks like a kind person.
ReplyDeleteThat's fascinating about the three deaths. I'm sure your dad's won't come for many many years.
ReplyDeleteIt is a perfect time of year for a walk in the woods.
ReplyDeleteI hadn't heard about the three deaths but it makes sense. We aren't truly dead until we're forgotten. The light is outstanding this time of year!
ReplyDeleteLovely photos of your Dad and everyone. Happy Birthday to his memory. I have never heard of The Three Deaths before, that's an interesting way of looking at it. It's been a long time since I walked in the woods and I miss it very much. Your photos helped a lot and thank you for that. All very beautiful and perfect lighting but please don't get lost, take a compass :)
ReplyDeleteI like the first picture so very much. Your blog has really sparked my interest in taking pictures of the light. I have my big camera here now and am experimenting.
ReplyDeleteLovely pictures of your father and everyone. Your Autumn 🍂 photos are stunning.
ReplyDeleteI like to commemorate my parents and others as well. I guess I would say that your shots show what happens when something is dressed in light. It is the last but not the least gift that the fall of leaves gives us. I have tracks of sunlight across our field now, paths that were not there when the leaves were full.
ReplyDeleteJG is out raking and in a raking humour. I am hiding in my office.... I cannot help with the annual leaf removal any longer and it does not help my man's disposition.
Your first three photos are classic deeper woods Canada.
ReplyDeleteI have heard the expression, "died a third death" but had not even thought about it so your explanation was quite enlightening.
Both on the quiet beauty of the woods and on your father’s enduring presence in memory, a reminder that remembrance itself keeps life alive
ReplyDeleteLike walking through a cathedral with beautiful stained glass,
ReplyDeleteHey, my Dad was born in 1912 as well. I think they would be 123 now.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful family photos. I've never head of the 3 deaths before.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure he's passed even his second death yet -- looks like the memories are still intact. Lovely seeing that burst of color through the branches.
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