A Bloy and his Blog

Despite the fact that the majority of trees in my neighborhood have turned colors and lost their leaves, the maple in my backyard is still hanging on to most of its green color.

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I took a day trip to Governor Dodge State Park the other day, where the autumn colors seemed to be at their peak.

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On a recent hike at Cherokee Marsh, I came across a view that rivals traditional autumn color scenes.

The prairie grass, back lit by the sun, and moving from the afternoon’s strong breeze, seemed to be dancing in the spot light. Made me wish I had a video camera.

I’ve come to realize that the ash tree in front of my house is always very eager for the fall season, and it expresses its enthusiasm by being the first tree on the block to turn colors in the autumn.

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A few days ago I was out hiking late in the afternoon. Heading back to my car as the sun was going down, I passed this bare oak tree. When I looked up, I was struck by the silhouette of its crooked branches against the darkening sky.

Funny how a casual glance up on the way home, can turn into the best sight of the afternoon.

Yesterday was the last (outdoor) farmers’ market of the season. It was such a nice day, I couldn’t pass up the chance to pick up some good food.

When I saw these jam jars beautifully backlit by the morning sun, I was immediately glad I had my camera with me.

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