Leaves

Early October. Two walks to the park.

The first on a sunny afternoon, before any serious frost had struck. The maples were just beginning to hit their stride, though there were plenty of green leaves still to be seen:

A heron meditates by the water's edge (probably wondering if it should fly away from this oddly-dressed creature who appears to be stalking it with a camera):

Maple sunshine:

Some trees are nearly bare already:

At the softball field, the wind has spangled the fence with oak leaves:

The second walk takes place on a misty morning, after a night of frost. The lake is flushed and mysterious in the pre-dawn:

Why do cameras always shrink the moon? It looked much bigger to my eyes when I took this photo:

This maple has turned completely:

This one still shows a hint of lingering green:

The moon gets tangled in the branches of a bare tree as the sun comes over the horizon...

...casting long beams that light up the maples and tip the pines with gold.

At my feet, a perfect arrangement of pine needles, maple leaves, and a pine cone. This would make a dandy blog header, I think:

(And it does.)

How is October treating you?

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