I just liked the shape of this tree and the way it looked like it had huge arms and was waving them around. The tree appears as though it could come from a horror movie.
This image also makes me remember that as a child, my mother taught me that the trees made the wind blow by waving their branches around. Sure enough, every time the wind was blowing, I could see the trees waving their limbs like mad. Who is to say that she wasn't right?
The rock in the center of the river is called Steamboat Rock. I think it looks more like a giant Spanish galleon. This is one of my favorite parts about hiking in the gorge in Clifton, OH. Our area of Ohio is generally pretty flat. However, when you hike down into the gorge, you feel like you are following a river in a valley between two mountain ridges.
I've mentioned them before. The simple truth is that I love sycamore trees. When the leaves fall and their white trunks are exposed to the dark overcast days they are at their best.
I spent some time in the woods this past weekend so that I could find some good specimens for you. What is your favorite tree?
As I walked through the gorge Sunday afternoon and admired the trees and the river, I looked at the overlapping branches I thought about nerve paths and nerve endings. Strange, I know.
Don't know Copernicus? He was the first to theorize that the planets revolved around the sun. Heady stuff for 1543.
I hope you are not tired of frosted eaves because I have another one for you today. After this image, I will lay off the ftrost theme for a wile, I promise.
I was shooting early morning on Huffman pond. The reflections of the golden leaves were simply gorgeous & I shot several frames.
And then I suddenly realized that hidden in plain sight at the edge of the spectacular color was a trio of deer. It was at this moment that I really regretted the fact that I don't have a long lens.
What is the largest tree in North America, west of the Rockies? Why it is my favorite tree, the sycamore. I love the way the bark peels off of the tree as it grows taller. What is left behind is a silver and white, brilliantly smooth trunk. You can see a large sycamore from quite a distance. When you are underneath one, you learn that their leaves are sometimes a foot wide.
Yes, my favorite tree of all time. There is this one very special oak tree in Germany, but that is another story for another time.
Every Autumn, I follow the colors brilliantly displayed on the trees with great intertest. I lookt to see when the golds are predomninant or when the reds come on like fire. Each year can be a little different, but the golds tend to stay the longest.
This year seems to be going as you would expect. With the exception of our burning bush and Japanese maples, the reds have pretty much faded as the golds have taken on the lead role. As that not so subtle shift in color hapens, it is time to take those last few walks in the woods. Enjoy the last of the fall color and warmish temperatures.
If you are looking for me, I will be in the woods, camera in hand.
Around this house, we are big fans of the Dave Matthews Band. As soon as I downloaded this image, I thought of The Dreaming Tree. Not familiar with the song? You are in luck, I uploaded it just for you.
A pretty picture for your eyes, a wonderful song for your ears, and great words for your mind… What more could you ask for?
tim mcmurdo 