I hadn’t planned on making this photo essay a three-part project. After capturing the image of maple leaves (in yesterday’s post), I headed for the warmth of the house. With one hand on the door, I looked to my right. My hand let go of the door. As it closed, I walked to the deck railing and set up the tripod.
It was in Sylvia’s flower garden (actually one of three). I thought you too might enjoy these autumnal colors.
Light was weak in this patch of pink. Full light here comes in the mid afternoon. Rain had fallen that morning and you can see (not easily) drops on a few leaves.
A darker purple in this patch. Also much stronger light. Moisture shows better in this image. Grasses in the background are good collectors.
Finally, I’ll wrap this tour with my favorite shot from the flower garden.
I was going to present a wider view. When I resized, the moisture disappeared. For that reason, I cropped the scene while keeping the red, green, white color contrast.
Ah, the last of color before olive drab descends. I have a hydrangea that insists on blooming until the last possible moment. We’ll see how long this lasts as we had a frost last night. I admire her tenacity though.
This morning on the way to church, we saw a beautiful color display at the end of a field of soy beans. The beans have no green left and the trees had a nice array of red, orange and yellow. Here’s hoping you hydrangea holds in there for a while so you can enjoy its beauty.
Beautiful flowers and a wonderful time of the year.,
Wonderful while it lasts. Thanks.
Autumn colors.
Beautiful light.
Those form parts of our life.
Yes they do. Thanks for the nice poetry.