The scenes in the wood was not same as I predicated. There were barely red leaves, If I haven’t taken a look at the ground, I would feel time going back, the greenness makes me think it early summer.
The bushes were getting shorter and thinner, a blue jay was exposed to my sight. After a short landing on a bush, she/he skimmed across the bushes, to the deep of the wood; sweet goldenrod were in full bloom, they were the most eye-catching wild flowers in this season and spread everywhere. Since they are tall, you can easily see their pyramid-shaped golden yellow corollas in reed pone, meadows or pasture. .
At one side of the pastures, there was a mowed road. I noticed its existence weeks ago, but never pumped into it. Today driven by curiosity, a temptation of walking on a new road, finding something new along the way, I stepped on it. I stopped occasionally, appreciating the beautify of the pasture in the late summer.
Since I like walking in the wood, a main road beside the pasture leading to the wood is the only way which must be passed. From my previous experiences, since late spring whenever I walked by, my eyes would caught by those gorgeous wild flowers. I couldn’t resist their attractiveness by taking hundreds of shots for them since then. I am not a greedy person in life, but somehow, I know I am greedy when I see these wild flowers.
The beautify of this pasture was not a question for me since end of March, 2020, the time I started slowing down my pace a bit , giving some random glances of the surroundings. But now, standing on this cut-through road, with a closer look at the middle section of the pasture, I felt I was getting to know it better.
The road didn’t stop at the end corner of this pasture, instead, it extended to another pasture which is separated from this pasture by a row of giant trees. If I analogized the two pastures as two beads, this road should be a string, it stringed the two beads together.
The temperature was about 80F, with mild sunshine and gentle breeze, it’s a nice feeling late summer day. Standing on the road, appreciating thousands of clusters of millet-looking golden yellow flowers swinging gently in the breeze, I recalled a word” immerse”. I was genuinely immersing in the nature of yellow, forgetting who I am at some moments.
When I got myself back. I realized this road is not only an inter-road, or a short cut between the two pastures, beyond that, it offers a better place for people to appreciate the pastures. If analogizing the pasture as a performance stage, any spots on the road can be seen as seats for audiences. Standing at different spots, different landscape will hit people's eyes, the notions of the plants with breeze, the light sunshine, the butterflyers’ flying about or resting , every moment is an unique fleeting moment. The pasture was really a place for impressionist.
Vincent Van Gogh jumped into my mind. Yellow is a favorite color of this great impressionist. Yellow color lives in most of his paintings ---sunflowers, wheat ears, landscapes at harvest time, and in the light of the sun. if he was here, doubtlessly he would be touched by the massive golden yellow from these millet-looking wild flowers in late summer. he would use thousands of brush strokes to have this impressive scene painted on his canvas.