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Sunday, October 18, 2009
Frost, No Fog
This morning we had more frost, but no fog. As the sun rose, everything was just glistening. Here's the same scene as yesterday, totally different today. I love having a space to view that changes so often!
Every ordinary lump was transformed into something special!
Under the mulberry tree, one of the entrances to my personal trail system beckons. As I stood on the deck taking pictures I realized that I could hear leaves falling from the mulberry, loosened by the cold temperatures. So I began to watch closely, and I could see them falling! I took a whole series of pictures, but didn't manage to catch any in mid-air!
Then I turned my view to the cemetery, which is about 700 feet to the east. With my telephoto lens I realized that I was seeing golden leaves fall, like flakes of precious metal, between the blazing trees. Can you see a few of them?
See Fog and Frost
See Trite but True