Ruby Tuesday – A Subdued Autumn.

This autumn has been uncharacteristically un-ruby.  I mean, there are patches of reddishness around, but I’m not seeing as many sugar-maple-red landscapes, the ones which truly exemplify the potential Rubiliciousness of a Berkshires autumn day.

Nonetheless, it’s Tuesday, so here’s my best effort in this subdued season.

Powerlines in Shelburne, I think:

The town line’s a bit vague through there.

Yeah, the colors were a bit subdued, but the light was occasionally right enough to break out the box.  Like at this old house by the dam at Puffer’s Pond, north of Amherst:

That oak branch is a structural miracle, much more so in person, where its sixty feet of wind-tossed weight has twisted and waved for a century.

Of course, there have been patches of brilliance, even Rubiliciousness, if I may be so bold.  Distressed maples, like these flooded specimens in a swamp in Florida, gave it up to the Color Gods:

Even the ferns went a bit red as they prepared to call it a year and fold up shop.

And then there was the occasional stray throwback to the Days of Color, to my childhood, when every autumn struck me dumb with wonder.  The skies would pile high with clouds while the farms below blazed in a seasonal Swan Song:

Seems like we used to have more of that.

But now it’s less boisterous, more measured.  Here’s a view of the Connecticut river flowing southward between Sunderland on the left and Deerfield and Whately on the right, taken from the tower on Mount Sugarloaf:

The ruby-clad walker right of center doesn’t really show up at this resolution, but trust me he’s there.

Well that’s all I got for ruby, or at least reddish.

‘Till next week, I mean.   😉

Visit Mary over at Work of the Poet for more of this rubilicious meme!