Autumn Seeping

Forest surprises, who knew?

Detail of above, getting closer

September, in a forest of closely packed trees. Still no large swaths of color. Examining the canopy, I found a strange little place where two tree species converge, branches crossing and interweaving. The pine tree is closest to me, the elm stands back a ways, but not by much. Who knows what else in the way of trees and vines are involved! It makes for odd and beautiful viewing. I can’t see any reds from the ground, until I use zoom, then snap! Cacophony of color. Maybe it’s partly refraction. A zillion pine needles break up the light. The sky’s back there somewhere. Only really bright sunshine brings out the full effect.

Mystery aloft

Tiny illuminations

I’m seeing stuff I never saw before. I’m always drawn to incredibly busy visuals that nevertheless have organizational factors. My mind stays occupied, trying to trace out the woody structures and leaf alignments.

Where are these bold red sparkles from?

Y’all don’t want to know what my feline editor thinks. I didn’t intend to do another tree post. But everyday, every so often, there’s a crescendo of gold light in the air and I have to go out there and see what that radiance does when it hits leaves, wood, and needles. As I type, in October, we finally do have spots of color, diffusing its way. Interstitial glam. We’ll get back to cats, but there will also be other autumn posts. It turns cold before Halloween. We’ll go to the creek, one day soon.

Plain weird

I even got one with a stained glass sort of feel. I have no idea how that happened!

Whoa! Getting wild up here!

Meanwhile our September was still mainly green and blue, all spiky, shot through with pine. Some of the mixed media drawings I used to do were like that, full of shiny pine-like lines.

Mixed profusion

Dazzler buddies

Celebration

Gathering

I could swear those are the same cones up there as last year …

Berries mean fall is coming!

Food for the birds!

I wonder if I’ll always be able to protect this forest. Part of my reason for posting about it so much is to convince everyone it’s a place of great beauty, worth preserving.

My fuming feline editor, Bud: “What’s with the extreme tree hugging? Do I have to start RAWRING again?” This soft focus picture catches his cattitude, his soft brown fur, and a bit of his green eye color.

Spiffy Editing Cat, Bud