Afternoon light reflecting the changing leaves of the forest turned gently flowing Black Ash creek to gold.
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. ~ George Eliot
We have much to be thankful for in this country.
'I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.' - L.M. Montgomery
It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. ~L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
As the Sun Sets on Autumn
I love this poem by Stanley Horowitz:
"Winter is an etching,
spring a watercolor,
summer an oil painting
and autumn a mosaic of them all."
We're reaching the point now where the etching is emerging from the mosaic.
Taken at the Canadian Raptor Conservancy. We have a small colony of Bald Eagles on the Niagara Escarpment near Collingwood.
Time to Go
This is a composite of an intentional motion blur, a quick pan up the trees in the forest, blended with a shot of the flock of geese that flew into the scene moments later.
Old Baldy, limestone brow of the Niagara Escarpment, rises 152 metres above the Beaver Valley.
Lake Eugenia #1
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
Lake Eugenia #2
The Way Home
Wonderfully warm day, top down, canapied road, camera at hand...bliss!
Autumnal Reflections #3
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. ~Stanley Horowitz
Autumnal Reflections #1
Autumnal Reflections #2
Gossamer Autumn #2
Oct. 8, 2015. The backlit spider web picked up all the colours of the forest.
Gossamer Autumn #1
The backlit spider web picked up all the colours of the forest.
Aug. 26, 2015. Clearview, Ontario.
Sydenham River, in Grey County, just before it plunges over Inglis Falls.
Kamaniskeg Lake in the Madawaska Valley near Algonquin Park.
My view Thanksgiving morning.
Field of Gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
Swept Away #1
Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away. ~ Marcus Aurelius
On the Bruce Trail in Grey County, Ontario.
Look Up...Look Way Up
Taken in Loree Forest in Grey County. I used a circular polarizing filter on my lens to cut glare and make the colours pop.
A great place to sit and think!
“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.” ~Dr. Seuss
Hen and Chickens Trail Boardwalk
We are very fortunate in Collingwood to have over 60 kms. of trails right within town limits.
Morning Comes to Blue
Just after sunrise Blue Mountain was bathed in lovely warm light.
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