Fall in Maryland and I are in a relationship this year, and the only bad thing about it is that it's super short-term. The colors seem brighter and the trees seem bigger and more gorgeous than ever before. This is likely just my flawed perception and potentially also foggy memory, but in this case I'll take flawed idealism for the good.
One of my favorite things about photography since I started doing it with intention in 2005 is how it makes me more observant of my surroundings. I seek out the beautiful, the odd, interesting and meaningful--individually or in combination. It's interesting what I see when I really pay attention as opposed go just blasting through life with my personal blinders on.
Lately I've been seeing a lot of leaf friends in low places.
I went to the pumpkin patch with my nephew's preschool class and died from the cute of a gang of two olds feeding apples to the farm's resident pigs. There were loads of little pumpkins left, too. I love a good festive decorative gourd activity.
My neighbors probably think I'm surveilling their houses but I'm just here for their leaves, and all of their sun.
I actually turned my car around to take some pictures of this amazing tree, located on the grounds of an AME church on my road to work. I think it belongs in a novel. I had postcards made of it and I think I'm going to send one to myself. I love it that much.