Perhaps think that by now I ought to have autumn colour out of my system. But this past week the colours that I’d already thought pretty intense became even more saturated and dramatic. I don’t expect we’ll have this colour a week from now, so a couple of days ago I took the opportunity to scout out more of it on our property. I began even before breakfast after catching sight of the light streaming into the yard from the east. After firing off a couple of shots with the camera, the dogs appeared. They are both enjoying the windfall apples they find under our two apple trees. Sass treats an apple as a fun-filled toy, picking it up in her mouth and worrying at it, tossing it up in the air, and looking amazed when it lands near her. She's slowing down now, being twelve years old, but something about apples brings out her inner puppy.
Here she’s gearing up for the toss . . .
and can you see the airborne apple she’s looking at in the shot below?
Django is more pragmatic. He believes apples are for eating, pure and simple. He’s a pretty ferocious sight when he’s in mid-crunch.
But here is the day’s main event: the spectacular larches I encountered on my morning walk with the dogs.
At this time of year, they look likw the essence of sunlight, which I suppose is what larches—like all other plant matter—really are: as a result of the miracle of photosynthesis, sunlight turns into trees. The larches at this time of the year simply remind me of that fact.
As for other glowing things, check out this lichen on a favourite old stump. The squirrels have been busy collecting seeds from the cones they liberate from the tree branches above the stump.
The morning light poured through the trees as Django and I made our way up the trail (Sass had declined to accompany us this time).
This strawberry runner also seems to glow, its colour is so intense.
We had a few cold days last week, cold enough to leave shards of ice on the surface of the pond.
As we came across the field, I could dimly see horses under the trees. Ivy was easy to spot, as was Java, silhouetted against her white coat.
Actually her coat was blue rather than white: like the ice in the pond, she dramatically reflected that intense blue sky overhead. At this distance, vague outlines of the other horses began to emerge.
And there they are, finally revealed once I was close enough to them that the light from grasses in the field didn’t throw them into deep shadow by contrast. Oscar is on the left, and you can just see Tuffy’s nose behind Ivy’s rump.
I'm glad I took advantage of that brilliant clear weather, because now the rain is back, giving photography a misty and mysterious quality in contrast to the crisp definition of the bright, clear days above.
The rogue cherry trees beside the fence make a huge punch of colour at the moment, my reward for standing at the sink doing the dishes, since I can look out the kitchen window and feast my eyes on this.
And on a sunny day? The same trees (really bushes, since they never get very high), backlit by the sun, give me another, equally beautifully, version of the same view.
I hope I haven’t overwhelmed you with all this photographic evidence of how autumn is advancing here at home. I’m mindful that after the next big storm, we’ll lose most of this loveliness, and it will be months before we have more colour than blue sky to contemplate. I hope you’ve had the chance to stop and enjoy the ways that autumn has touched your own home landscape.