This morning I visited the same park forest I photographed last week. The sudden cold provoked drastic changes in those eight days. Last week I walked through a forest full of yellow-leafed maples, yet this week almost all of the maple leaves were gone, fallen and blown away in a mid-week wind storm.
I suppose I shouldn’t let the weather rule my moods so easily, but I feel so unprepared for the early start of winter weather. Just a few weeks ago I hid indoors as much as possible to escape summer heat that lingered too long into fall. What does it matter if it’s blazing or frigid outside if the result (i.e. staying inside) is the same?
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:
The light prevailed so well over the weekend that I was able to do another photo walk. This one was at a different local forest park, one I’ve neglected in recent years because it is not heavy on wildflowers or maple trees.
There was still a coating of frost on some of the leaves as the sun rose, as was the case with the fallen bald cypress leaves below.
The trail at this park had plenty of honeysuckle bushes on its margins. The leaves of these bushes have not changed in color yet, so it was odd indeed to see so much green at the end of November.
Of course, the oak trees are the stars of this November forest.
I hope that your Thanksgiving was as lovely as mine was. My brother and his brood flew here from Denver. My parents’ house was full of food and conversation about the past, present, and future. I couldn’t have asked for a better holiday.
The light has begun to brighten from the dark damp of mid-fall. There were several evenings and mornings in which golden sunlight made a cameo, but I’d be reliably stuck on the wrong side of a window at work or home as it paraded by.
This morning I was finally able to catch some of the light with camera in hand. I returned to my favorite forest park, where the oaks are still hanging on with their many brown tones. It is not until fall is winding down that brown leaves reveal their glory.
There are also a few other trees whose leaves still linger. Among these were a trio of bald cypress trees, which is a true oddity this far north. I’m not sure who decided to plant these trees at our local parks, but I’m glad that it happened. Every year their shedding of needle-like leaves is a surprise to me. They look like evergreens until the moment those needles turn a tawny brown.
(This post is also my entry this week’s photo challenge, Transformation.)