A search for color

Our weather has turned wintry today with falling temperatures and rain and sleet.  I looked around the yard and found it void of color.  But just earlier this week the sedum had turned a beautiful rusty-red.  I don’t usually pay too much attention to the sedum, but each small bud and the deep color reminded me of cranberries (another of my fall favorites).  I am glad to see that I stopped to photograph the sedum before it bore the brunt of the freeze and slap of the cold temps.  Sometime in the near future our landscape will be refreshed in another color – the white of winter.

Bee balm in the fall

Fall is quickly vanishing across our landscape.  The colors that blazed so brilliantly are now gone.  The leaves that valiantly clung to the tree branches have let go and fallen to the ground.  We’ve been working in our yard and gardens, preparing them for winter.  As I was pulling out plants that were way past their prime I found a stand of bee balm, their flowers having dropped many weeks ago.  I paused for a moment and realized how beautiful this seedhead was — a globe of intricate pieces that wasn’t noticeable during its summer bloom.  Sometimes I feel the need to appreciate those things that are stripped of their original beauty and taken out of the context we’re accustomed to.  Here too was beauty and form, even out of season.

Morning fog on the lake

Our fall has continued dry, yet yesterday morning I awoke to a thickness of fog hanging in the air.  I grabbed my camera and drove about five miles north to one of our urban lakes.  The further north I went the thinner the fog, until I arrived at the lake with blue skies and a beautiful sunrise.  I was a bit bummed that I wasn’t getting the fog that I was hoping for, but I continued to photograph the lake and the fall colors.  After about 30 minutes the setting changed, and the fog enveloped the far shore, then rolled across the lake from south to north.  The atmosphere was just what I was hoping for.  As I waited the fisherman moved closer to the point and I made this image.  Two minutes later the fog had thickened even more and the fisherman was not visible and the even the reflections were hidden behind the fog.  As fleeting and unpredictable as it can be, I love the ethereal and softening effect that fog can give to an image.

Fairyland

I awoke to a gray and cool morning and had plans to go to the McNeely Conservatory in Como Park to photograph the fall floral display.  The gardens were filled with the usual photographers all intent on getting the best images they could of the mums and grasses that decorate the Sunken Garden.  It was quiet and would probably have been considered quite boring if you were not a photographer.  But then we had an unexpected guest.  A fairy named Bud came into the conservatory gardens.  Her temperament and demeanor was youthful and energetic.  She flitted from garden to garden, amazed at the flowers and the palms, delighting in the koi that were swimming in the pools.  Her voice was high and impish and I noticed she’d caught the attention of all the photographers.  Someone asked Bud if she would sing a song for us.  She thought for a moment, then opened her mouth with a beautiful voice and rendition of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.”  Her energy and enthusiasm was infectious, and my morning in fairyland was most unexpected and delightful.

Autumn brights

Our cool nights and warm days earlier this week provided the perfect recipe for bright autumn colors.  With a blue sky and a sidelight provided by a rising sun, I knew this tree would be brilliant.  The colors were intense and the leaves that were already on the ground provided a subtle crunch as I walked around the grove of trees to frame this image.  What you don’t see is that I was right next to a busy street during morning rush hour, and I couldn’t help but wonder if the people passing by were aware of this brilliant display that Mother Nature was providing.  I hope they paused for a brief moment to appreciate the colors, to be aware of the smells of fall, and to know that it is all fleeting as winter will soon be on the heels of autumn.