EARLY FOLIAGE

The leaves are changing. Too early. I think it’s the lack of rain. It has not been cold. No chilly nights to snap the color out of the trees. The only possible answer is the endless drought that is affecting much of the world … and a huge swatch of North America.

The rivers are empty again. I’m trying not to think about the well.

The trees are turning yellow quickly. In just a few days, they’ve gone from showing a bit of yellow, to showing mostly yellow. Fast, furious, and weeks too early.

And a link to Cee’s Flower of the Day, even though these aren’t all flowers!

SENSE OF SIGHT

CEE’S FUN FOTO CHALLENGE: SENSE OF SEEING

This week’s topic is the colors of the sense of seeing.  This week you can post anything that stimulates or delights you visually.   Be creative and have fun. Feel free to dig around in your archives for photos if you don’t have anything new.

The muted colors of the misty woods in the early morning

The muted colors of the misty woods in the early morning

The nost pink chrysanthemum

The pinkest chrysanthemum

The brightest sunrise

The brightest sunrise

FIRST HINT OF AUTUMN

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I looked out the back door and realized the aspens are turning yellow. They are always the first trees to show color, and always bright yellow. Because they are the first, they are hard to miss … yellow gold in the sea of dark green oak leaves.

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But, if you look closely, the oak leaves are changing too. They never develop real color, not the way the maple, birch, and aspen do.

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Instead, they slowly change from light green in spring, to very dark green in late summer … and now, slowly, develop veins of bronze until sometime in late November, they leaves are all bronze. Almost red.

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By the time the oaks completely turn, all the other trees are bare, so they become the last remnants of the autumn. Sometimes, those leaves will cling to the oaks until well into the snows of winter.

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It’s the herald of things to come. The warning bell has rung. The last fuchsia are popping on the hanging pots, the roses are finally giving it up. And the ragweed is blooming.

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SERENDIPITY PHOTO PROMPT 2015 -20: GEESE

SERENDIPITY PHOTO PROMPT 2015 – 20
26 August 2015: GEESE

It’s Frisbee Wednesday again. Time just scoots right past me and this summer has been a blur, a whoosh of color. Bright blue skies and puffy white clouds. Spider bites and boats. Green shade trees on the town common and the cool green waters of the river.

This is the 20th prompt I’ve done. I am having trouble accounting for at least 20 weeks of my life.

And today … it’s …

Goosey goosey gander,
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady’s chamber.
There I met an old man
Who wouldn’t say his prayers,
So I took him by his left leg
And threw him down the stairs.

Nursery Rhyme by Mother Goose

These were wild geese. They were willing to share space with us … as long as we didn’t get too close.

The geese were not afraid of us, nor were they tame. Not “office park” geese either. The geese who take up residence in parking lots will boldly go where no goose has gone before, are afraid of nothing. At least nothing human.

We did our best to be stealthy. No door slamming, driving into the parking lot slowly, quietly. No talking. Getting the cameras out in the car, then walking softly, getting as close as we could without making the birds nervous.

Having long zoom lenses on our cameras helped too.

And then. there was the day I encountered this goose. He pretty much posed for me, giving me his good side. Sidling right up to me, apparently wanting a handout.

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Turned out, he was a domestic, pet goose from a nearby farm who just dropped by and wanted to be paid for his personal appearance.

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As usual, your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to pick one of my pictures or any of your own photographs and write about it. Directly, tangentially, sadly or with humor.

This message will self destruct in …

FIVE … FOUR … THREE … TWO … ONE … (long pause) …

Kaboom.

Oops, still here. Never mind.

AUGUST IN A SMALL VALLEY TOWN: MONTHLY PHOTO CHALLENGE 08

Monthly Photo Challenge: The Changing Seasons 08

This marks the last full month of summer as our world turns, here in the northern hemisphere. August closely resembles July, although the green has deepened.

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If you live in this region, you know that the color of the leaves changes from month to month from light golden green in the spring, to this very dark — old green — of late summer. As if the last of the summer months is putting out all the green it has got before the great burst of color in the autumn.

These pictures were all taken during the past week in and around the little town of Uxbridge. The majority of them were shot on the Commons in the middle of town, the remainder either on our property, or along the Mumford River which runs through town.

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Most of them were shot with the Pentax Q7, the little camera that can and does.

In case you don't think climate change is real, this is the might Mumford river.

If you think climate change is not real, this is what is left of the mighty Mumford river.

Cardinal Guzman, the host of this challenge, has totally blown us away with his own galleries this month. Absolutely, go take a look. Amazing photography.

ALL AROUND RED

MY FACE ISN’T RED … BUT OTHER STUFF IS!

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So you want red?

The last time my face was really red, I had a terrible sunburn. I’m not much of a blusher. Lacking a hugely embarrassing story to brighten your day, here is red of the world.

In flower, cars, trucks and the leaves of autumn. Barns and carousels, bricks, cranberries, and peppers. Red, redder, scarlet. Bricks and bright fabric. Red, my favorite color that isn’t black. Back “in the day” (whatever that means), my favorite “semi-dressup” was a black outfit with a red blazer.

I haven’t worn a blazer in years, but I think I still have a dozen of them in my closet. No wonder I can’t find my tee shirts!

INSPIRING VIEWS

Nature inspires me. Rivers, valleys, mountains. Sunrise, sunset. Rainbow and city architectural. A beautiful vista, anywhere along the river or at one of its many dams or waterfalls. That’s what does it for me. Beauty has never failed me.

No matter how down in the dumps I felt, being someplace visually beautiful picks me up. I could use a little pick me up right now, so here are a bunch of my all-time favorites.