In the late Aughts, I bought a set of Cokin glass filters from a now defunct camera store. Even at the time, they seemed nearly obsolete. Why bother buying a physical way of making what Photoshop can do in a fraction of a second? I thought I’d buy the filters anyway. They seemed cool, made in France and deeply inconvenient. I don’t regret the purchase.
The peak of leaf season is upon us. We’ve had entirely too many rainy days this week. I took advantage of the sunny skies this morning and took a walk through a local park that is heavy on sugar maples. Alas, there is too much to do this weekend or else I’d devote the entire day to capturing local scenery.
Does anyone else suddenly go cold at the thought of narrating one’s life? This happens to me from time to time, and it is not a good thing when one has a personal blog. It’s not that things are so bad that I’m better off not writing about them. Actually, matters have improved greatly since earlier in the year. I’m in less pain. My daughter seems to be enjoying school. Still, I haven’t felt inclined to write about the day to day.
I do have yet another bit of medical drama, but I don’t think the matter is anything serious. I’ve had periodic migraines since I was ten years old, but I had a migraine with aura for the very first time last month. My neurologist ordered a brain MRI. My appointment for the MRI review won’t happen until later this week, but I did get a disc copy of it per the ordering doctor’s request. Of course, I had to find a way to view the images on that disc before my appointment. Now that I’ve viewed those pictures, I feel like I’ve partaken of a forbidden fruit. The physical contents of one’s head are far from beautiful, to say the least.
And now I will close with more photos from this morning’s walk:
Leaf season is far from its peak. Most of the red maples have changed color, but other varieties of trees aren’t showing much color below their canopies.
This week we’ve endured one of those Ohio hairpin turns of weather. The temperatures ranged from 87 to 36 degrees. The leaves aren’t quite ready for a massive change, but sugar maples well exposed to sun on curb lawns are well into their color changes. Some tree canopies on forest margins have already shed their leaves.
I did a fall photo walk last weekend, too, but I wasn’t pleased with a single picture. Such displeasure is an occasional hazard of photography. It’s like a bad hair day, a phrase I seldom hear nowadays, as if we as culture had conquered that problem, despite evidence to the contrary.
As for other flora, some wildflowers still linger. There are purple fall asters who didn’t yield to my lens in their disorder. Some wild sunflowers persist as well.
I hadn’t planned a photo walk today. As noon approached, a few patches of sunlight I spotted outside my windows persuaded me to take a short trip to a local forest park. Of course, the good light had fled by the time I reached the park.
As I started my walk along the forest trail, I felt that I was exactly where I needed to be. The chilly air and remaining leaves recharged my spirits. The beech and oak trees still had plenty of leaves fluttering in the blustery wind.
I walked until I had a silent sense that all would be well. I knew it was time to go home, where I could wrap myself in warmth and the company of those I hold most dear.