Driving down my street this morning
Many people around me complain about living in upstate New York because of the long, hard winters (and I’m not arguing with them – they can be long and hard). But there is also so much to enjoy in every season. I’m always amazed at the beauty and variety of Mother Nature and thankful to live where I do to see all the different “moods” she wears.
This is going to a kind of “picture diary” of my drive into work, with glimpses of sights along the way (I was actually running early for once and so I could safely stop and take a few snaps as I went). 🙂
So the pic above is just after I turned out of my driveway…beautiful mist and golden-russet leaves strewn across the gray pavement…
Swampy marsh
Next up, around 15 minutes into my drive…an atmospheric marsh with the sun coming up behind it. Sometimes I see Blue Heron flying in or out of it, and it’s got that sort of “gothic” feeling so lovely for this time of year, with the fog sometimes rising from the water and the black tree branches reaching into the sky.
A few minutes later, I enjoyed this pretty scene.
field mostly in the dark, still, with the sun just peeking over the horizon
field in the rising sun, backed by blue sky and lacy clouds
The fields were still shrouded in dark and then the sun came fully above the horizon and colors appeared…frosted grasses, brown branches, and a few trees still decked out in their autumn glory.
Frosty cornfield
On the way down the big hill into the valley where my school is, there’s a cornfield. Even the muddy, rutted area where the stalks have already been cut is made beautiful by the gilding of frost, so that it almost shines in the rising sun.
An Amish home
Stacked harvest of corn stalks
Lastly, there is an Amish community in the area, and their houses are all white and glowing in the misty morn.
The field across the road from this home is prepared for winter in the old-fashioned way, with the corn stalks harvested and placed “haystack” style. A picturesque and beautiful scene.
Mother Nature continually amazes me as she shifts and changes, attiring herself in her new wardrobe each season and slowly but surely adding tried and true “pieces” to her ensemble. First the shock of colors heralded her shift into autumn, and now the gilding of frost is her way of flirting with the garments of snow she’ll wear in another month or two.
I look forward to the transition. What’s Mother Nature doing (and looking like) where you are?
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Something must have been going on in the Amish community near my school, because this buggy was one of four I saw in the span of less than 10 minutes this morning.
M. Reed McCall, Author 