I had the day off from work. I tried to resist the urge to document the unfolding of the season in favor of catching up on housework, but I failed, as those who know me best could have predicted.
As I cropped these pictures at home, I decided that some Air Supply songs would be the ideal soundtrack for that task. The name “Russell Hitchcock” floated to my mind, and I considered that it may possible that I have problems retaining new information because of the trivial old bits that have clogged my memory. Wherever Russell Hitchcock is these days, I wish him well and hope he can still hit the high notes in his songs and fit into those Sergio Valente jeans.
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 did another fall photo walk this morning, and this one had a greater density of the sights seen during more typical leaf seasons. I anticipate that I will take a while to decide which of the 300+ images will make the cut for a full photo walk post, so I thought I’d share one of my favorites now.
I’m pleased to report that I am feeling significantly better today than I did yesterday. I am also grateful that my orthopedic problems do not prevent me from enjoying my photo walk habit; I don’t need to linger too long in any one spot to get a decent shot. This weekend photo walk habit has certainly lifted my spirits during this ongoing saga.
Low rainfall and a lack of cool nights have contributed to an underwhelming leaf season this year. The display started early due to leaf drop, and it is dragging on with muted colors. I increased the saturation on some of these shots. The muted palette just didn’t look natural to me despite that it is a normal result of the unusually dry, warm climate we’ve had over the past three months.
Here’s a curiosity I spotted today. I can’t decide if it resembles an extremely advanced yoga position or a sleek predator turning ever-so-slightly to catch a secret glimpse of its prey:
I hope leaf season lingers throughout the month so I have a few more opportunities for photo walks with this sort of scenery. I’m not sure if we’ll have true peak color this year, but I will enjoy the process of capturing these changes, nonetheless.