There is a really special time of year around here where the weather begins to cool and the trees are cued to start to turn and prepare for their winter sleep. We always have a few weeks of a second summer – it gets cold and then we hit a week of gorgeous summer weather. This halts the leaves and it’s like they wait for that time to pass so they can explode into rich, glowing reds, oranges, yellows at every depth and brightness.
It’s the moment before everything begins to hunker down for the winter. I love it more than any other time of year.
A favourite of mine. It always makes me feel so peaceful, getting to witness nature work her magic turning summer into fall.
I came upon some photos I took last fall. I don’t remember the colours being so vibrant but wow, I’m glad I didn’t delete this folder without flipping through the files first. 🙂
…and then there’s the lake……
These all bring on a feeling of silence and peace; just the wind in the trees and the soft lapping water as the gentle tide pulls the waterline back from the land.
Here, I could stay forever. Aren’t photos incredible? The moment of the memory captured with the image. Pure magic.
A little digital magic makes the scene dance with light. Fun ways to spend a few minutes making something no one has ever seen.
I wish I could project my words this way, visual to anyone who wanted to see. Photos are another form of words I suppose. There is something wonderful about everyone being able to interpret what the see without my own thoughts and emotions clouding or guiding their own.
The sun was entirely against me on this one but I loved the shadowed effect that made the depth of field look almost 3D.
So beautiful – even if not perfect. That’s a good lesson to carry with you, always.
My husband travels quite a bit for work. He happened upon a stable one day as he drove to a job that was quite out-of-the-way and almost ditched his truck in excitement. (He’s amazing – always on the hunt for new photo material for me!)
This, my blog friends, is a Reindeer. He seemed to be the only male in the herd, so although I don’t know much of these guys and their family structure, it appears that one male gets to hang with all the ladies in his sizable herd.
I did a bit of research on these guys and I’m not sure if they are pregnant yet or just in the beginnings of the mating season. The male is in molt (the stuff hanging off his antlers in the first shot is what’s sluffed off so far) so I’m guessing mating or babies are soon to come.
It surprises me each time I encounter an animal that is not necessarily indigenous to the area we live in. It’s amazing to see how animals can adapt to their surroundings and thrive when assisted. I have a feeling these guys would overheat in the summer if it were not for the farmer who likely shears them like sheep to keep them cool.
The only thing that I disliked about this particular adventure was the fact that I got to spend time observing a herd of animals I’ve never seen in person before, but the entire backdrop for this photo shoot?
The moon has always been one of those things in nature that captivate me. I wondered as a child, how it could be possible to see the moon at night, but also at times through the day. As I grew and learned about how the universe works, it began to make sense from a physics point of view, however, I still find myself feeling a spark of excitement and wonder when I see the moon hovering in the middle of a daytime sky.
That moment; that spark of wonder; I think that’s something we are all missing out on. I’m going to spend time searching for the things that ignite my curiosity and spend more of the precious time I’ve been given in this life filling my soul with wonder and the beautiful world around me, rather than wading waist-deep in the muck through the synthetic reality society dictates.
I’m not saying this will change much of who I am, but it certainly can’t hurt now, can it?
This Cardinal seems to be missing the point of camouflage. The Dove in the lower right has it nailed.
Cows are plentiful around here. There aren’t many big milking or beef farms close by so, thankfully, almost all of the cattle I see are content, happy, naturally fed, bred, and raised. Although their time may be limited and their fate predetermined, it makes me happy to see that these guys, at least, get to live a healthy, natural life just being a cow in a field with a nice warm barn and regular feedings until their time closes in.
They are very smart and sweet animals. If you ever get a chance to make friends with one, it’s something you’ll never forget. The cow above watched me the entire time I was taking photos.
This little one was curious but not curious enough to stick around long. He high-tailed it back to the barn where mama was waiting for him, nervously peeking out at me now and then.
That white fuzzy belly though. So cute. I hope this little one gets to live a long, happy life never knowing what his future may hold.