Little Bang Theory

Late Autumn. October 19, 2012

Well, it’s that time of the season.

The Leaves are losing, The Wind is winning.

Locally, the maples have given it up, the ashes are skeletal and the oaks have gone brow.

Thank Gawd for the poplars in their yellow finery, dancing beneath a skyline of pines:

That sky benefitted from the sun being at just the right angle for a polarizing filter to work its magic.

Roadside brush filtering the sun’s afternoon energy:

This was one of the few reds in evidence; the sugars which turn sugar maples crimson were one of the casualties of this summer’s inconsistent weather.

Yellows, though, survived the strangeness. Besides the poplars and birches, beeches go yellow ranging to a burnt ochre:

…which is startling against a deep blue sky.

I turned off the open (and sunlit) road to get into the forest, and in a stand of pines I got this image:

I got well along into this drive before the road was blocked by a fallen tree, and I had to turn around.

I may go back there with a chain-saw and a big iron bar, but I’m not promising anything.