Two blogs ago, your loyal blogger
wrote about a conversation with an Ohio native about the changing of seasons
here.
It is amazing to note that just when
the football season reaches roughly its
halfway point, a weird thing happens in
nature: The foliage changes colors and then stuff falls off trees. It happens
everywhere, not just in Ohio (as was discussed in a blog in this space in 2012),
but the colors seem to have a greater variety here and that prompted a session
with the Nikon earlier this week.
Greens, reds and yellows on the trees along our street. |
The results are here.
Note the differences in the trees in
the first image. A yellow tree, a red one in the distance and several greens.
This image comes from the street we live on. The picture presented itself while
your loyal blogger was walking Maggie, the non-barking Bassett.
The red tree, by the way, resisted all
efforts to capture a presentable close-up that reflects what it really looks
like.
Look at the greens and yellows together, like Bogie and Bacall or John Wayne and Bacall. Both are neat on their own, but when brought together, they are special. |
This makes a point about the
photographic art: Sometimes an image hits you in
the head and grabs your
attention. Frequently a photographer spends great gobs of time looking for an
image, but this was the product of an, “Oh, wow,” moment.
Same tree as above, call this one image 2 B. |
The second image, from the yellow
tree, shows individual leaves with both green and yellow coloring. Getting them
to stand still was an issue. The little breeze that felt so good on a warm day
moved the branches and leaves just enough to create a pain in the neck for a
photographer.
The third image is kind of fun because
the yellows and greens are there, but this time the dull gray of the naked
branches is in the background.
The final image reflects the coming of the winter with the yellows, some reds and dull gray. |
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