My continuing effort to see fall foliage with fresh eyes started right under my writing table window this morning. I love the way each fern frond turns color and curls at its own speed. (Click here for a closer view.)
Half-way up Laurel Ridge, I was struck by the abundant skylights in these red oak leaves.
The air was very clear, but clouds never stopped going over, so it was a day of sun and shadows. Rather than try to take a typical panorama shot of Sinking Valley from the top of the powerline right-of-way, I decided to work the powerlines into the composition.
(I’m always fascinated by the lone trees left by farmers who otherwise have taken out all the hedgerows they can. Why were these particular trees spared?)
I love the rich reds of lowbush blueberry and huckleberry leaves. I’ve captured them with the sun shining through them and with snow on them, so I wasn’t expecting any fresh takes today… until I spotted the above log.
And oh yeah, this is a great year for classic fall foliage shots, too. For once, the oaks didn’t didn’t disappoint. I kept looking up at the sky, though — especially once the vultures started to appear.
I had to run some errands this afternoon. The beeches in the hollow are at their height of color (or maybe a little past) and the sun was at just the right angle to illuminate them. I kept stopping the car to look behind me.
I had to wait for an east-bound freight at the bottom of the mountain. Even the graffitied boxcars looked autumnal.