Oh Fall, Oh Autumn, the very antithesis of Spring and its blooming hope, You are what stands between us and the cold, grey gloom of Winter. Even though I choose to interpret Your reds, Your oranges, Your yellows the firey protest of all frigidity to come, sitting on a park bench watching each leaf drop individually lends itself to a symphony of contemplative sadness. Summer is over. The year almost over. And just as you think you might be able to stop time, to catch each leaf and somehow surgically reattach it to tree, you notice the bed of leaves already on the ground. It is the impossible task.Western Pennsylvania Conservancy and it opened as a museum.
Fallingwater’s outside, as you can see from my Autumnal photograph, slides seamlessly into the setting, its aesthetics so pleasing; the interior just as organic. Local boulders form the fireplace and the natural formation of the ledge rock protrudes through the floor of the living room. In one bedroom, an extended family of ladybugs have politely settled in one corner of the room, closest to the window, the newest occupants of a house which seems to have forgotten that outside is inside and inside is outside and anyway it was done all on purpose. It feels polished, minimalist, peaceful.
What better place to spend a Fall day than FALLingwater? Fallingwater is located approximately 2 hours drive away from Pittsburgh. It is an American treasure. Go! For more information about visiting click here. (According to the Fallingwater website, over 4 million people have visited since it opened to the public!)
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.