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The fall symphony of colour begins with subtle change. The dark greens of summer yield and begin to take on lighter hues as the performance gets started. Soon there is a warm golden glow taking hold. Here and there, anxious maples are unable to retain themselves and they burst out with brilliant reds. But these are the soloists unable hold back, their kin have not yet broken out into the the main chorus.
The main show gets started with the hardwoods, showing brilliant red and orange they command attention and dominate the landscape ... for a relatively short time. Soon they begin to tire, losing their breath, slowly fading, losing their intensity, drying to a crisp brown. This is the time for the aspen, birch and poplar to chime in with their bright yellows leaves chattering in the breeze.
One moment they are there struggling to hang on, then the blustery fall wind knocks them to the ground. The performance looks to be done, but wait ... there is one remaining faint voice, gaining strength, rising out of the din ... the tamarack burst forth, ablaze in their final golden song ... and this is the moment I have waited for.
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| Tamarack Finale |
DJE
Down with a cold that's kept me coughing, wheezing and sniffing since Friday, I couldn't muster the initiative to get out for anything this weekend let alone a hike, which would have been beautiful with the fall colours at their peak. Instead, I treated myself with meds, hot lemon water and as much rest as I could get in between coughing bouts. And during those times when I my head would clear from the cold and the meds, I clicked through my image library looking for something to use for this week's photo.
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| fall under a maple |
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little over a week ago when fall colours were just beginning to arrive
close to home, this image was made on my way out the driveway of an office I frequently work at. Some might possibly recognize the
location without prompting but I doubt it. Why? Because as a
photographer, I know first hand how photographers look at things
differently. We see the colour, the depth, the quality of light and it's
magical ability to transform scenes both familiar and not.
DJE
I love fall and the dramatic, colourful changes it brings to out landscape. It's such a great time to capture images of natures fabric in all it's hues and textures.
In contrast to the brilliant reds and oranges in some areas, I'm also moved to photograph the more subtle yellow and paling greens, particularly in wonderful morning light.
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| mornin' grove |
DJE
Happy Thanksgiving !
Driving north on Friday, it was evident that some of the maples had decided it was time to show their stuff by Thanksgiving weekend. Fall colour had finally arrived on 'the Bruce' in some measure ... while having coffee in the pre-dawn silence early Saturday, I decided it was time for some morning exploration along roads of the North Bruce.
I have my favourite spots, they always reach out, seducing me with their beauty, trying their best to make me stop and visit. This time I would resist and push on to unfamiliar ground, leaving familiarity behind, searching for a new muse ...
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| golden blush |
DJE
The trails not far from home have provided inspiration for a significant number of my images over the years. It had been a while since I had been out to walk the familiar paths and take in the sights and smells, so on Bruce Trail Day 2015, I headed out with a couple of faithful companions, no not photo buddies, this time Lynn and Murphy, to introduce them to the trails along Grindstone Creek.
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| fall fabric |
Fall colour is late coming to our area and I fear that the leaves are falling so quickly that they may not reach their peak. Even so, there was lots of muted yellow, green and pinks in the ravine as we made our way along on a cool wet morning.
Murphy didn't seem to mind, I think he was just happy to be back out on those trails ... so was I.
DJE
