Fall

Every Fall I go around our place and take photos of the turning leaves, even though here in southern Oregon we don't get the vibrant colors that those living on the east coast do. It's really fun to stand under an oak or ash and shoot straight up through the leaves, which end up looking like stained glass against the blue sky, since the sun is shinning through them instead of directly on them.

I have mixed feelings about fall. On the one hand I love the lingering warm weather and the change in the light. However, it also signals that winter is close at hand, which means four to five months of fog, gloom, rain, and snow. Winter makes Sharon a very crabby girl.

In the meantime, while the sun still shines, and the sky is still that beautiful electric blue, I hike around taking  pictures, wishing in my heart of hearts that the Fall weather would hang around until, say, Spring, and we could skip winter entirely. Probably piss off all the skiers, though. Ah well.


Looking up through the Madrone trees growing on the hill behind our house.

Ash tree leaves.

 

Oak leaves.

 

Oak branches covered in moss.

Moss.

 

And one more of a native oak tree against that awesome sky.