The peak of leaf season is upon us. We’ve had entirely too many rainy days this week. I took advantage of the sunny skies this morning and took a walk through a local park that is heavy on sugar maples. Alas, there is too much to do this weekend or else I’d devote the entire day to capturing local scenery.
Does anyone else suddenly go cold at the thought of narrating one’s life? This happens to me from time to time, and it is not a good thing when one has a personal blog. It’s not that things are so bad that I’m better off not writing about them. Actually, matters have improved greatly since earlier in the year. I’m in less pain. My daughter seems to be enjoying school. Still, I haven’t felt inclined to write about the day to day.
I do have yet another bit of medical drama, but I don’t think the matter is anything serious. I’ve had periodic migraines since I was ten years old, but I had a migraine with aura for the very first time last month. My neurologist ordered a brain MRI. My appointment for the MRI review won’t happen until later this week, but I did get a disc copy of it per the ordering doctor’s request. Of course, I had to find a way to view the images on that disc before my appointment. Now that I’ve viewed those pictures, I feel like I’ve partaken of a forbidden fruit. The physical contents of one’s head are far from beautiful, to say the least.
And now I will close with more photos from this morning’s walk:
This week we’ve endured one of those Ohio hairpin turns of weather. The temperatures ranged from 87 to 36 degrees. The leaves aren’t quite ready for a massive change, but sugar maples well exposed to sun on curb lawns are well into their color changes. Some tree canopies on forest margins have already shed their leaves.
I did a fall photo walk last weekend, too, but I wasn’t pleased with a single picture. Such displeasure is an occasional hazard of photography. It’s like a bad hair day, a phrase I seldom hear nowadays, as if we as culture had conquered that problem, despite evidence to the contrary.
As for other flora, some wildflowers still linger. There are purple fall asters who didn’t yield to my lens in their disorder. Some wild sunflowers persist as well.
I hadn’t planned a photo walk today. As noon approached, a few patches of sunlight I spotted outside my windows persuaded me to take a short trip to a local forest park. Of course, the good light had fled by the time I reached the park.
As I started my walk along the forest trail, I felt that I was exactly where I needed to be. The chilly air and remaining leaves recharged my spirits. The beech and oak trees still had plenty of leaves fluttering in the blustery wind.
I walked until I had a silent sense that all would be well. I knew it was time to go home, where I could wrap myself in warmth and the company of those I hold most dear.
I don’t feel equal to the task of choosing the best of the photos I took today. While some of them were duds, I really do like the majority of them. In honor of my indecision, I will share a Flickr photo album I made of every picture I took today.
There’s something very candid and vulnerable about sharing a camera roll. It’s like the unretouched swimsuit shot of a photographer’s creative process. It offers the good, bad, and mediocre of one day in my photography hobby. This album does randomize the order of the shots to prevent boredom for the viewer.
The sunshine was glorious today. Last week I was trying to get excited about taking pictures on cloudy days, but there’s nothing like a clear sky to deepen the color of everything,
I’d be honored if you visited my photo album.
The weather was gloomy today: deeply overcast skies with the threat of rain. The temperatures hovered in the low 40’s, but I ventured to my favorite local park, determined to conquer the challenge of capturing leaf season during cloudy weather.
I fiddled with some of the settings on my camera, dialing up the ISO and adjusting the white balance. I learned that there is more drama in low light than I suspected.