Variety is constant and every autumn is different. The big winds had gusted through before the leaves were willing to let go. As a result, this autumn stayed colorful. The acid, vibrant greens mixed with the bright yellows and oranges and together they created a visual treat, tart and bracing. A few sunny days even offered some surprising warmth. Then, inevitably, it began to cool and the clouds began to look more threatening. The transition, as of the end of September, looked like this:
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Neighborhood magpies and Steller Jays looked for food.
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The final mowing left patterns.
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The light at nearby Cheney Lake offered colorful drama. Clouds gather.
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An Anchorage biketrail was empty. The mountains were still bare.
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Even after more leaves fell, the trees were loaded. Random shafts of sun lit individual trees, trunks, glens.
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After a lifetime of mainly expressing myself with words, my postings here will mainly rely on images. They will speak for themselves to some extent, but I'll usually add a few comments of explanation. I've taken photographs for decades, since the 1950's, inspired in part by my father's photographic skill. Four years of photo assignments and quality darkroom time eventually gave way to decades of casual and family picture-taking. I re-immersed myself when I left film and turned to digital.