Monday, October 26, 2009

What I meant...

What I meant when I said orange days, was that this weekend and into this week, I wake up and look outside, and pretty much all I see is shades of orange. It's been truly magical. These are not particularly interesting photos, but I felt like sharing the mood of the woods around me. I hope you like the orange!




Right now, here in northeast Georgia, the Hickory trees (mine are Mockernut Hickory) are a remarkable deep golden orange. The Dogwood trees range from murky red to sharp, dark red, and I'm sorry I don't have any good Sourwood examples here - I have seen some amazing crimson Sourwoods this week and they've left me stunned. I know I have never seen them quite that color before.
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2 comments:

Clarity said...

That could be a Robert Frost poem. I love the colours and the yellow orange carpet of leaves, delightful. I don't think I've ever appreciated Autumn as much as I have this year.

October 26, 2009 at 10:09 PM
Brooks said...

What is interesting is in the eye of the beholder. The window picture grabbed me and gave me that feeling of being "trapped inside" while all of this incredible beauty, the wind, poetry, life is waiting, if I could only get out.

October 27, 2009 at 4:46 AM

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