It’s the time of year for my annual leaf-photographing walk. This fall, for the first time I am not living in a heavily developed suburban area, but rather in a suburb that is hiding in the middle of a forest. At first I thought that the woods were the natural place to go for fall color, but alas, I was wrong. The natural trees here are oak, ash, and sycamore, with no naturally occurring maples at all. And maples, you know, are where all the orange and red come from. It was a good learning experience.
The road stretching out before me… the pavement gradually disintegrated into forest floor.
That little animal in the middle picture is a cat, I’m sure now, but at the time I wondered if it was a dark-colored fox. It stood watching me for as long as I stood still taking pictures.