Television now offers repeats of the same shows, sometimes in the same week. If that’s not enough, service providers offer all sorts of repeat plays of everything from sporting events to sitcoms.
Outside of television, real life events only play once and that’s all there should be.
This weekend is likely to be one of the most beautiful displays of fall color this season. Some say our plentiful rain will result in a less than spectacular showing of fall foliage. However, any hint of this wonder of nature is worth seeing.
If you are reading this in a real, printed newspaper, you are not far from the fall color show. You don’t have to go far to see it. But, if you’re able to drive a few miles, this state offers some vistas worth capturing in your memory banks.
This is my favorite time of year. I have been to the fair and smelled those wonderful smells signaling the start of fall. It is a signal to my mind the debut of nature’s handiwork is not far away. Now, it is here.
I find it interesting this incredible collection of golds, browns, yellows and reds with the punctuation of green pines shows up and then, almost as quickly as it arrived, is gone.
I love the cool morning air and the freshness it brings. It is a season like no other, and I’m glad it comes to visit us once a year.
When I look across the mountains that can be seen from here on a clear day, I just can’t understand how anyone can doubt their creation was not the handiwork of a benevolent God. I just can’t subscribe to the notion this was the result of a big bang that happened one day.
Earlier this year, I drove more than 3,000 miles across eight Western states. I saw some of the most majestic sites I’ve ever seen. I was in awe of the God I believe in and what he did in those wide-open spaces.
Digital photography has made it easy to capture hundreds of images and store them forever. But the incredible sites I saw out West are etched in my mind. I can close my eyes and see the cascading waterfalls, the bright reds of the Grand Canyon and the countryside covered with herds of bison.
By the time you read this, I hope to have mentally replenished the annual show of fall in the North Georgia Mountains. What’s really nice is the sight of this extraordinary beauty comes with the touch and smell of the autumnal splendor. Crunchy leaves, fried apple pies and the fragrant aroma of a campfire wafting through the trees all await me.
Many shows on TV introduce us up close to nature’s most splendid sites all over the world. But nothing compares to standing on a fall day, just a stone’s throw from here, and seeing it for myself.
I know there are those who because of age and circumstances can’t go and see it for themselves. I hope they have a lifetime of great memories that they can close their eyes and find once more.
Harris Blackwood is a Gainesville resident whose columns appear on the Sunday Life page and on gainesvilletimes.com/harris.