I took a walk down to the river with my camera.
At first, I saw only the river.
But slowly, I began to notice the smaller details: The leaves floating in the river, the smell of the damp earth, the sound of the birds.
With the help of my camera, I could change my focus as well. The grasses at the river’s edge became a work of art when the leaves and water behind them blurred through my lens.
Before heading back up to the camp, I captured a few images.
A visit to the fall with friends… Time to catch up, explore, and enjoy the scenery on a gorgeous fall day.
And, time to catch a few shots of the rushing water (with one eye always on the kids so they didn’t get too close!).
We are so lucky to be surrounded by so many beautiful places.
As the leaves find their way to the earth, bare branches take on a stark beauty.
In the woods in my backyard, they reach down like eerie witch fingers. Colours of the trees and leftover leaves behind them are a muted background through my lens. It is spooky but spectacular.
It is the perfect Halloween landscape.
Fall gives so many picture possibilities.
The earth is covered in a carpet of reds and golds; grasses take on muted hues; and branches become stark lines as they lose their leaves.
On the boardwalk at a local nature park, leaves were faded by the sun and crushed by many feet. Moved about by wind and by walkers, they created this exquisite pattern along the trail.
I take my iPhone with me on walks. This is so I am reachable in case the school needs to contact me, but it is also so that I can capture a few shots while I walk.
This time, I photographed the road, the trees, the berries. It was a beautiful day.
Almost home, a movement on the pavement caught my eye. A fat, furry caterpillar was crossing the road. It was like a scarlet boa, with black on either end. Absolutely adorable.
This I did not capture, for two reasons: I was afraid of looking foolish, and I was afraid of being hit by a car. But I was very tempted!
P.S. I did look over my shoulder to make sure it had crawled across to safety.
This is what it looked like: http://www.anmoretimes.com/2012/09/24/wooly-bear-caterpillar-pyrrharctia-isabella/
There is a tree in our yard. Two trees, in fact. They grow together, wrapping their roots around each other and tricking the eye into thinking they are one tree until closer inspection.
They are two kinds of crab apples, their trunks so close they are like one.
Every season, they produce a new kind of pretty.
Blossoms and tiny leaves in spring, full and green in summer, bright orange and red in fall, and gray-black branches a contrast against winter snow.
And every season, I capture them with my camera.
Not only the leaves change colours in early fall.
Each time I walk out the front door, I am greeted by pretty pink hydrangea. The cooler weather has turned their pale petals to a soft pink.
My mother cuts these and keeps them throughout the winter. I have planted some of my own so that I might do the same.
Although I do not welcome the drop in temperatures, there is beauty to be found in the changing of seasons.
What better subject to represent saturation than the changing leaves in the fall?
Maple leaves in Atlantic Canada, turned crimson at the end of a season.
This summer has been short.
There have been days when it has felt more like fall, and days when the rain seemed it would never stop. But this afternoon, the sun is warming my shoulders in my backyard.
I want to take this feeling with me into fall, to warm me on crisp mornings. I want to take it with me into winter, a memory of summer on my back when the snow whitens the earth. I’d like to wrap this summer sun into a package to open when the days are short and the air is icy and its heat seems too far away.
So I soak in this late summer sun, and I make this moment count.