I know, I know. My last post was almost identical to this one. I can’t help it. It almost hurts, it’s so beautiful outside. I think the leaves are at their peak color this week.
In the winter, I'll have to go for a walk and take pictures of rain gushing into the storm drains and muddy lawns and bare trees.
I look like some sort of amateur paparazzi as I walk through my neighborhood with my camera around my neck. I try to appear very professional and aim the camera away from people’s front windows so they don’t think I’m a creeper.
Would you be worried if a strange woman was standing in your front yard very close to your tree?
Even with this embarrassing behavior, I never seem to capture the sensory overload that is Fall in Oregon.
Imagine what a real photographer could do! Someone who knew what things like aperture and ambient light and aspect ratio are! I don’t know what half of the settings are on the camera. And I rarely wear my readers on a walk so I couldn’t see them if I did know what they’re for.
In fact, when I was in Arizona last weekend, every single picture I took came out blurry - tons were completely unrecognizable. So frustrating.
I raked leaves this morning and I should have worn sunglasses. But I needed a jacket – temps were right at freezing!
This crabapple tree…
creates a lot of this…
But I am not complaining. Oh no I’m not.
Please don’t go. I need you. I don’t mind cleaning up after you – I promise! You’re worth all the work. You’re kind of a show-off but your colors and smells and tastes make you irresistible. Why do you have to leave? You just got here!
I love you. XOXO