Here are some of the leaves I peeped today
Some are leaves; some are reflections of leaves:
Every autumn is different. This year the colors are a bit more muted, and because it rained at some critical points, many of the brilliant reds dropped prematurely. But it’s still beautiful. And isn’t this a lot better than talking about Harvey Weinstein?
Those are nothing! NOTHING! Last Sunday the winds moved two tons of pine needles from my roof to my deck. Now those are something to peep. Of course the subtle and sophisticated differences between dirt brown and brown dirt will be lost on those third rate leaf peepers from New England.
Gotta admit the reflections shot is sorta cool.
Every season has its glory. While I loved NE October with its multi colors, even November had its appeal, such as brown & damp in the early evening. Throw in some fog.
Can’t say that about mud season. Tired of winter, please get on with spring.
Vanderleun, the browns of November in New England give plenty of practice in experiencing various shades of brown. Moreover, there are a lot of evergreen forests to give rust-colored ground. My NE hometown was around the border, a.k.a. Ecotone, between evergreen and deciduous forests. South- primarily deciduous. North- primarily evergreen.
Absolutely beautiful shots, Neo. Great scenery and very artfully composed photos.
Having spent my entire life in places with only two seasons – hot and hotter, I find your shots very refreshing, so thank you.
But as for Harvey – I was sure for a moment that I could discern him lurking there in the background, amongst the greenery.
If you want us to stop thinking about Harvey then giving us views of greenery and plant-life is probably not the way to go.
Since reading of Lauren Sivan’s not-so-excellent adventures with Harvey I fear I won’t be able to look at a tree or bush the same way again.
http://perezhilton.com/2017-10-07-harvey-weinstein-lauren-sivan-masturbated-sexual-harassment-ejaculated-potted-plant-disgusting-restaurant/?from=post#.WeA5ljARXIU
(People are saying that it was a ficus. Is that right? Was it a ficus? Probably better if I don’t know).
I saved the bottom one, that is very, very nice!
“And isn’t this a lot better than talking about Harvey Weinstein?”
Yes, yes it is. Thank you.
From Whitman’s Autumn Rivulets –
As consequent from store of summer rains,
Or wayward rivulets in autumn flowing,
Or many a herb-lined brook’s reticulations,
Or subterranean sea-rills making for the sea,
Songs of continued years I sing.
Mmm. Thank you. The leaves in Central New York are subdued this year, but that’s lovely too. Your photos capture a certain peacefulness that goes with the gentler color scheme.
Because the colors are so quiet, this may not be the most appropriate year for this poem – but it was my mother’s favorite. After she discovered email, she used to send it to me every fall. It’s a season for remembering, so:
A Vagabond Song
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood —
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
– Bliss Carman
Beautiful poem, Mrs Whatsit, thanks.
Gorgeous photos, neo-neocon. Thanks for the leafy post.
Once, I used to live in north-ish New Hampshire on the Connecticut River at the Vermont border. Man, those Autumns simply never got old. Every year it made my heart and senses come alive and soar with the marvel of creation.
Living in it was quite a different experience than visiting. Visiting is what I have to do now. Twenty two years ago we moved back to New England, after 9 years away, but to the south coastal area which is lovely but has scrub pine forest versus the deciduous forests of New Hampshire.
Indeed it is!
Mrs Whatsit:
That was one of the poems I had to memorize in school. (See this about that.) Lines of the poem still come to my head when I’m out leaf-peeping.
The scarlet of the maples was more like a little piccolo being played very softly this year than a bugle, I’m afraid.
Lovely! Leaves are just starting to change in my neck of the woods.
Lovely photos.
Played golf today with some buddies – perfect New England autumn day.
Who is this Weinstein person you mention?
Agree with Vanderleun – that reflection pic is very cool!
What a great eye you have Neo, even if you are peeking from behind an apple!
Hiking through the woods with Fall colors and that crisp Autumn air is one of favorite things to do. In fact, I’m sure that what heaven is – a hike through the Fall woods.