“All the lives we’ve ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.” — Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (1931)
A little more than a month ago, spouse and I walked a loop on a nearby trail that twists and turns through woods, partly along a brook, and then it intersects, if you like, a wider grassy trail that runs a short distance to the local drinking water reservoir in one direction and back to the parking lot in another. Early October: leaves still turning, water flowing, apples dropping, and light rain just beginning to fall as we were the farthest distance from the car. Fortunately, it was a short walk, only about 1.5 hours, and the rain was gentle.
From start to finish:
doggos lost tennis balls in the brookrocky brook with some Hudson River School painting beyond itdisheveled boulderscurved tree trunks, yellow beech leaves, sunlightwaterfalling brookmossy enchantmentmaple carpetflowing brookery with yellownessblurry beau braving brook bouldertrees growing where they canred hobblebush leaves + maples + airbrook placidautumn, with rain, at the utility right-of-waygoldenrod still blooming (note wet leaves)roots ‘n rockstree colour riot along wider pathuh-oh (Japanese knotweed) + yay (ferns)tartish apples (but we didn’t die)rock cairn encircled at drinking water reservoirmisty autumn at reservoirsubstantial red clover leavesjack in the pulpit berries (seeds inside)very red red maple leafletle rouge et le noir: hobblebush berriesblushing maple treeoak leaves in colourpale aster
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