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Foliage
October 17, 2009 at 9:53 am |
This is stunning, love the textures.
October 18, 2009 at 3:35 am |
It’s very calming.
October 18, 2009 at 1:39 pm |
I was on a plane flying over the midwest. The passenger next to me had never visited the east in the Fall and thought that the trees were on fire.
October 18, 2009 at 6:56 pm |
SBP: Think the “texture” is partially a result of the crappy little digital camera I use. The curse of amateurism.
nursemyra: Warm colours, perhaps…
BS: There are only deciduous trees here in spots — mostly evergreens in the Pacific Northwest. But a few bits of color to be seen here and there…
Nothing to compare with Vermont, however.
October 19, 2009 at 4:13 pm |
It’s a lovely picture. But I never much liked fall foliage. The gaudy colors make me think of a frumpy woman wearing too much makeup and trying desperately to look hot. Also signals that winter is coming. Yuck.
October 19, 2009 at 7:06 pm |
ricki — Funny. That’s what I always thought about Spring. The frumpy woman wore pastels with too much perfume. =)
October 19, 2009 at 7:41 pm |
My sister moved to Florida about 6 years ago…the one thing she misses most is this…so I took a box, filled it with leaves, acorns, pine cones, all sorts of autumnal debris and sent it her way!
Foliage Rocks!
October 19, 2009 at 11:01 pm |
ricki: Never thought of it that way. Fall always makes me think of bad sweaters. I have no idea why…
BS: Your sense of this is bang on…That desperate “hope springs eternal” kind of vibe.
enreal: But does it roll? ;)
October 20, 2009 at 9:55 am |
Bad sweaters….hmmmm….you might like this http://www.buriedlede.com/projects/sweater.html
October 20, 2009 at 10:44 am |
Wow, that was…bad.
October 23, 2009 at 11:57 pm |
@enreal:
Yeah, whenever I’m missing the Island, I just step into the shower and hit my head with a cactus, to remind myself of the rain and the old conker trees in the aptly-named fall.