Here is another photo taken during Autumn two years ago.
We certainly miss the foliage in South Korea and would like to be back one day!
I have not been writing anything on retirement or old age for a long time.
The recent surge in the number of readers reading my post ” Early Retirement= Early Death?” https://retireediary.wordpress.com/2012/04/17/early-retirement-early-death/ urged me to write instead of only posting photos.
For sure, I am stepping into the Autumn of my life. But are we not just the Autumn foliage, colorful and beautiful, before Winter finally arrives?
Here is also a Video passed to me by a friend – ” The Secrets of Old Age” which I found very meaningful and which I would like to share : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgBF3sIPm4c In summary, the secrets of old age are:
I have posted quite a lot on the Great Wall, China.
All my photos posted so far have the wall on them. But for a change, this photo is only on the foliage – a view overlooking from the wall.
It was a hazy afternoon and the sun was about to set. Beijing, as usual, was hazy – but this added to the atmosphere, I like the softness of the picture with the hill ridges in shadows.
Please enjoy :-)
In our trip to South Korea, we did see a lot of fall foliage which are yellow or even golden in color. Everywhere there are lots of Gingko and other trees which gave an impression of a Golden Autumn. They remind me of the following poem written by a Chinese scholar and translated into English: I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tones mellower, its colors richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and is content. Lin Yutang I like Autumn and share the sentiment that – it knows the limitations of life and is content! On a similar note, Yoko Ono did quote : Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.