I live in an part of Northern California that is celebrated for wonderful bike riding. We have hills and flats, towns and the ocean, small country roads and bike paths. Bicycling can be treacherous, however, so I generally save long recreational bike rides for Sunday mornings when there is very little traffic. I do not like riding in the foggy damp weather and we have had a long stretch of such early morning weather. Finally, last Sunday was the first Sunday morning in a long time when it was NOT foggy at dawn. My camera and I set out for what I figured would be a relatively short ride - maybe an hour - but I got pulled in by Fall's appearance and stopped often for photos.
I guess Fall is tiptoeing in. He is making his presence known but not entirely blasting us yet.
|He has started his fall leaf magic.|
|Brilliant painter, isn't he?|
|Are the leaves doing a folk dance or|
|standing like soldiers?|
|I wonder if the dead notice the changing earth?|
|I don't remember every seeing these berry-like things before.|
|They were so vivd sitting on the fence along the road.|
|How cool to look closely at this leaf!|
|Amazing sun shining through!|
|This has got to be quintessential fall, waiting for winter.|