“Maybe late afternoon is autumn; summer’s retreat
not being archived, but suspended, as the feathered
vane of a bird wings its way across the avenue.”
not being archived, but suspended, as the feathered
vane of a bird wings its way across the avenue.”
~
I love oak leaves. They turn such glorious shades of wine and rust. I am lucky enough to live near a park that has at least 30 varieties of trees, and yet the oak always calls me over first. The trees in the park are maturing slowly this year, so it will be closer to Thanksgiving before I can get a picture of the trees in all their glory. I am really looking forward to just taking a whole day and photographing everything Lewis Park has to offer! Bird, leaves, ships in the harbor, it's all waiting for my camera.
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