I thought folks might enjoy a few glimpses of autumn near our home. The below images didn’t require travelling to distant places but instead reflect what was seen as nature spoke to us in the intimacy of our own “neighborhood”. Unlike the maple covered hillsides of Vermont, autumn in central Ohio, with it’s more subtle colors, speaks in a soft voice. Putting this post together I imagined a notebook where thoughts and impressions of the season would be written down and, pausing for a moment, contemplated.
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This path along the reservoir is walked many times during the year but only on one day did it look like this.
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A quest for autumn migrants was momentary interrupted as we stopped to watch the bare branches of a Black Walnut “conduct the music of the sky”. (1)
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In the canoe, fishing for over an hour without a bite, I started looking at the water’s autumn reflections. A unexpected catch.
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Something sacred, as if transported inside a gothic cathedral? Under a blue dome, we look through “panes” to colors beyond.
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On the water’s blank canvas of color, mallard art.
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Patterns in bark, leaves, and shadows, the endless allure of a Sycamore.
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In the mystery, with their small voices, warblers made themselves known overhead.
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Just now, with the help of the faintest breeze, the water’s surface reinterprets.
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With light and shadow the leaves of a mulberry play their tune.
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A quiet park road beckons us to travel into the magic of the moment
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Sculpted by the river, autumn graces the twisted shape of a tree at waters edge.
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In defiance of the coming winter a Sycamore splashes the landscape with muted color.
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With it’s own beauty, a leaf on the water’s surface takes us beyond what we think we know or perceive.
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A light rain enhances shape and color but brings with it a sense foreboding of what has been and what is to come.
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The afternoon sun punctuates shoreline trees. We wish for it to not end.
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Overhanging trees embrace the river with a warmth that betrays the coolness of the day.
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Reflection on the water’s surface, an autumn impression.
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Sunny, not to cold, nice day for a picnic, but we’ve moved on.
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An early morning hike graced with shafts of light and color.
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Cold descends, days now short, and among dark shapes the few remaining leaves twinkle.
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That one last leaf in the fall as winter’s cold grips the land has always been a romantic image for me. Perhaps it’s because although we should look forward to the promise of every season we should also never be too quick to let go.
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Thanks for stopping by.
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Note (1): The idea “conduct the music of the sky” was suggested to me by a friend when she looked at the photograph.
A seasonal treat for your readers.
Nice colors!
Beautiful and serene. I would have loved to have been there myself.
Thank you for sharing
Beautiful post agaon !!! I’m dying to get a few photos of a loon or two. If you could ever hive me s lead as to when they are in the central ofio area I would be forever grateful. Have a great week. billb6208@yahoo.com…
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Thanks Bill,
In the spring, early April is a good time to start looking for loons as they migrate through, In the fall it can vary. I remember seeing a Red-throated Loon on Griggs Reservoir a few years ago around Dec 15th. Some posts (and very average loon pics) can be seen by entering “loon” in the search box at the top of the blog page. We get our best Common Loon shots at the Rifle River Rec Area, MI in July or August using a canoe or kayak. The canoe typically allows you to get a lot closer without disturbing them.
Bob
I love all these photos. You have a great eye for framing all this beauty in a way that captures simple juxtapositions and light. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks Joan!
Absolutely stunning images!! And all this beauty, without having to book a flight to a remote location. Ain’t we a bunch of lucky ducks?!
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Thanks Gerry! One of the very rewarding aspects of photography is being able to celebrate the beauty that’s right in your “neighborhood”.