This person apparently belongs to the same pagan sect that performed this strange rite
I've been slow admitting Fall this year. I was totally convinced that since summer was late starting, it should be late ending, and the fact that nobody ever guaranteed any such thing is just dawning on me now. We've had nice summery weather, but it's chilly up in the canyons and at morning and evening. I do love Fall. I'll be posting lots of pictures of changing leaves, probably. (This blog is "light-in-leaves," after all.)
last year. There are lots of yellows and oranges here and there, but not many big clumps of foliage where everything is colored. I love how the tips of trees acquire a slightly toasted look just before their transformation, like a paper about to burst into flame. You can almost see those flames spreading over the mountain ridges---more trees everyday.
This rock made a wonderfully shaped bench. [Note the looming shadow of Boy Holding Plate. Perhaps he is about to eat this juicy little Daisy morsel. If there is anything we love more than driving out to see the Fall leaves, it's picnicking while we do it.]
Lupine leaves. I didn't know they turned such a bright red.
How do those yellows and oranges get a toehold on this rocky slope?
Elves, or maybe goblins