Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
~ John Muir
So as usual, I'm at least a half season behind with my posts. I'm guessing that you won't mind too much if we revisit the golden hues of autumn as she appeared just a few weeks ago. These few hours were spent around Little Lake - just a twenty minute walk from my place.
This vivid contrast of yellow and blue greeted me just outside of the Peterborough Art Gallery, one sunny afternoon.
This is one of its leaves back lit by the sun. I bumped up the contrast a bit.
Many but not most of the leaves had fallen by then. They're all gone now that it's a few weeks later. But this was then.
Across Little Lake, the trees were lit with gold as the afternoon sunlight breathed its fire on them.
In a matching coloured kayak, this boater paddled into their brilliant reflection.
Just one week after, most of the leaves had fallen but there were a few holdouts who were keeping their picnic tables available for a hopeful outdoor lunch.
This is the same tree you saw in the first image. One week and strong winds made all the difference.
The clouds above the dock reminded me of white birds taking off in flight.
And then this happened.
This wispy stem was gently blown about in the breeze, challenging me to freeze it for just a second.
The evening proudly wore her autumn best in the eastern sky, promising another day to enjoy with camera in hand.
I'll see you with those images soon.