Sunshine filled the day yesterday, and I drove down the highway watching the colors play along the way.
Today, it is grey. The clouds cover the sun and there is no extra light to play in the trees; but sometimes grey days make great settings for pictures.
The dry, dry summer months ended with a rainy month. So often a dry summer means no pretty trees when fall sits in, but somehow, someway, the colors in the trees is absolutely phenomenal right now! And I mean right now, October 24-25 and maybe–if we are lucky–will last through the weekend.
Today, though, I stopped to see the colors.
In fact, I took out the phone and took pictures of the colors. When busy days hit during the summer, the cry is to “stop and smell the roses.” A cliche, I know, but what an experience one will miss this Autumn if they do not stop and see the colors.
The tree at the memorial garden where stone kids
swing. . .
And then to go in close to look at those colors against the dark trunk brings a richer color to light. . .
As I looked around, I knew I had one more road to take; so I drove through the gates of the cemetery surrounded by woods. More colors danced in the wind. . .
Back in the car, I turned around and started to leave–there stood the soldier flanked by the trees. I backed up the car, got out, walked around, looking for a shot that caught my eye. Finally, stepping into the door of the car and lifting up as high as I
could, the sight that caused me to stop was captured . . .
But wait a moment, a slight shift and the light changed the sight again . . .
And I closed the car door, and drove on home. Almost. As made the turn into the subdivision, one more shot caused me to stop and see the colors, the trees reflecting in the lake . . .
I stopped to see the colors, and on a bright blue sky, sunny day, the colors are even more alive. Who knows, maybe tomorrow. But today, I stopped to see the colors.
“Then God looked over what he had mad, and he saw that it was very good.”
–Genesis 1:31 (NLT)