CHASING THE LAST OF FALL

OCTOBER 19, 2009

PAGE TWO:

Until a divider I'll put, these were all also taken in Boyce Park.

I took the picture of this orange maple above then knew I wanted to explore the small copse across the road,

so drove around the curve and parked to walk up among them for the series below.

They were a mixture of sweet gum and maple and still in glorious color, as well they SHOULD be!

A bit of sunlight streaked through the sweet gum...

I like this one with the colors so vivid against the blue. It makes me think of an Edna St. Vincent Millay

poem I memorized as a child:

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!

Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I this:
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart. --Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me, --let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

There was a picnic shelter that I sat inside briefly, just looking around.

Further along were some oaks. I do love looking up through leaves at the sky...you may have noticed!

While I was taking this, I was startled by a loud plop-plopping sound that kept repeating and discovered

it was a near-by oak dropping acorns rapidly. I felt like Tom Hanks in Castaway, startled by the sound

of falling coconuts!

Looking back through the oaks toward the shelter and the copse of maple/sweetgum beyond.

I DO end up walking a lot taking these pictures but something in me needs to see that I can.

Then I curved down a long slope to take pictures of a couple of lovely trees.

Then back to my car. You can see from this one I took near my car that it was rather uphill to get to the

sweetgums and maples. Thus endeth the Boyce Park pictures.

********************************************************************************

Here, somewhere in an area called Plum, I liked the way the leaves lay on the little road.

I wanted to take the photo above but had to pass beneath some big oaks to get to this point. The oaks, like that

one in Boyce, were absolutely raining acorns and I had to walk with my hand over my head.

ON TO PAGE THREE

BACK TO PAGE ONE

BACK TO JO'S OTHER PLACE