I'm a Swedish writer, artist, and historian of ideas, writing fiction and non-fiction books in both Swedish and English. I'm also an aikido instructor. Google Profile. More about me here.
Science fiction novel about a quest through the universe for a perfect world, by Stefan Stenudd. Click the image to see the book at Amazon.
The Greek philosophers and what they thought about cosmology, myth, and the gods, by Stefan Stenudd. Click the image to see the book at Amazon.
Thoughts on life, death, and the meaning of it all, by Stefan Stenudd. Click the image to see the book at Amazon.
Photo Art by Stefan Stenudd
Photos of the Fall, October 2001
Fall has the double meaning of the season and the verb. This is as it should be. The most visible signal of this season is the leaves of the trees changing color and falling to the ground.
It is a symbol of death, of course, and a very vivid one. The leaves do indeed die, and somewhere I have heard that their color indicates how painful a death it is. The more red a leaf is, the more violent - if that is the word - its death is. It might be pure nonsense, but still intriguing.
Whatever the color, the leaves dropping from the trees, drying out and shrivelling, is a melancholy thing, speaking of the cyclic nature of life itself, and of that glimpse of time which is a lifespan. Kicking the leaves around on an autumn stroll, one cannot help but ponder such grave matters.
That's the beauty of the fall - in both meanings of the word.
Take a stroll through the fall, kick around the leaves.