Autumn is here

It must be, don’t you think? if the leaves are falling.

Ice shadows

Some last pictures of the snow before it melts.

Today’s walk

…was rather nice, considering it rained for some of the time.

We found mushrooms. (This one was about 8 or 9 inches in diameter.)

We found a strange white fungus on a tree trunk, oozing liquid.

We found autumn leaves, of course.

We found the edge between sandstone and cedar.

We found apples!

We found one of the most beautiful nurse logs I’ve ever seen.

We found the vegetation at the edge of the marsh, all in layers.

We found autumn leaves in the cleft of a rock.

We found a very good time with friends.

Leaves

On a cheerier note, cherry leaves.

Three leaves

Erm… a leaf. Dead.

 

Leaf miner tracks on an arbutus leaf

 

Salal leaf

 

Winter hydrangea

Still here, still beautiful.

An elegant dancer, taking their last bow.

 

For a grey day, some colour

This was left over from taking photos of autumn leaves a few weeks ago.

Snow and bigleaf maple leaves

Pretty, pretty.

In the pond waterfall

It’s all about the colour.

Autumn leaves, in variation

It’s pouring rain today, so a bit of colour to cheer myself up. These were taken a month or so ago; there’s not near as much colour around at the moment., even without the rain.

Leaves on ice

I simply can’t resist ice. And things on it or in it. And these leaves were being particularly lovely, what with the frosty trimmings.  

Autumn leaves and water

‘Tis the season for fallen leaves on water.

Autumn: looking up

And up…

And up…

And down.

Japanese maple

Photographed from outside…

And inside.

Shadows on leaves

Autumn is nearly here; leaves are starting to fall.

Autumn is coming

It’s a dry summer and the trees are stressed; the leaves have already started to fall.

Dead leaf and ridged boards

I’ve tagged this “autumn leaves” because it is… although by now, having hung around for months, it’s more of a winter leaf. Not colourful, the way autumn leaves are thought of, because it’s from a kiwi vine, and they don’t do colour when dying. But on a January day with low sun and the ridged wood on the back deck bleached out, I think that very lack of bright colour becomes something kinda special.