On the Equinox I took the walk around the neighborhood I had planned. The day wasn’t grey and wet as predicted, but instead a blustery, cool day where the weather alternated between brilliant sun and pounding sharp rain in rapid cycles. It seemed very appropriate, and I love walking in the wind. So out for a jaunt I went.
Autumn is a brief blaze here, a conflagration of colour that quickly dims to a thin layer of ashen gold smouldering on the ground. The trees here haven’t got a lot of colour yet; drought makes the trees less brilliant and change later. But I know we’ve got two weeks, tops, before the colour season is done and the leaves start coming down, change or no change. The wind was carrying all sort of leaves - ash, maple, oak, apple, birch, and poplar - and they speckled lawns and danced on the pavement as I went.
I lucked into some cinquefoil a few blocks over in an empty lot - I’ve been looking for some all year, so it was nice to have some to take home. Nearby was an crabapple just bursting with tiny fruit, so a few of those came home too.
The giant poplar lives just up the street from me, over by the park. The lamp post that fits neatly under it gives some sense of scale - I can’t begin to describe how enormous it is. It doesn’t drop leaves, but rather whole knobbly branches of leaves. I think the one picture there gives a good sense of how massive it is, and how windy it was on my outing.
I tried a panoramic shot to show the skies; one side nearly black, one side brilliant blue. I’m not sure how successful I was, but I like playing with the panorama setting on my camera. I managed to get home just before the rain let go for a longer soaking.