A tiny empty glass bottle, three decaying leaves, and three lake stones on a wooden table.
The colors of fall are beginning to fade and soon enough the air will chill and the snow will fall.
A dry leaf sits on a park bench in Whitefish Bay, Wisconsin. The colors are just about past peak now around here,
“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer.”
—Helen Hunt Jackson
I can’t believe it has been almost exactly 26 years since I was in Death Valley National Park. I was going back through some (very old) images, relatively low quality scans of 5×7 color prints, and found this image of some sand dunes shot in June of 1990.
This is the Lamp-Lite Motel (or at least the sign) along US 51 in Portage, Wisconsin. Now, I have to say up front, I’ve done just a wee bit of work on this one (see below). Taken in June of last year and finally processed today, I was driving toward Baraboo looking for a particular waterfall to photograph. At 60mph, I was almost even with the sign before I even saw it.
This photo was taken through the windshield of my Dodge, on an isolated Texas highway, somewhere in Big Bend National Park in Texas while driving at about 85 mph. It was in late September of 1997 or 1998 and I propped my Nikon FM2 up on the dash, centered the car on the yellow line and started shooting.
Native grass from a walk in the Milwaukee Rotary Centennial Arboretum in Riverside Park. The park is located on the East Side of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, along the Milwaukee River.
“As fall the light autumnal leaves, one still the other following, till the bough strews all its honors on the earth below.”
A carpet of fallen Maple leaves cover the ground in our backyard.