How did the fall run away without me? I find myself in the thick of wintertime with un-downloaded fall pictures still in my camera and un-uploaded thoughts on fall still clanking around in my head!
These pictures are from a particular walk which still stands out in my mind: it was in late November, along 6th Avenue, at sundown. Most of the trees in the neighborhood had already lost their leaves. But many were clinging to a few at the tips of their branches.
The few trees that still kept most of their leaves became shelters for communities of birds not yet flown south – they squabbled busily as I passed.
There was one type of tree – unnamed to me – whose dusty red leaves had crumpled up on the branch to look like dried rose petals. Unfortunately, this picture doesn’t capture in detail the delicate, soft quality of the leaves…
…and, sorry, neither does this one of another tree of the same type. I was forced to use a flash due to the dwindling light, which completely wiped out the color in the foreground. But I kind of like this image anyway.
Anticipating the winter, most trees had lost all their leaves. I thought this one (a fruit tree?) cast a particularly foreboding silhouette.