Out for a stroll, avoiding the shopping hubbub, or the merchants’ hope of hubbub, we found the oblique light streaming down the alley, lighting this balcony. Nice.

This is not a view of Wellshire Farms acreage, but their kielbasa (driven up from ATL) was a hit tonight….

Is this a metaphor for my life today? Something about bright yet oblique light making frost-burned asparagus fronds glow red?

The leaves are dropping like…autumn leaves.

Returning from the groc store, I kicked leaves off the back path, and thought about finding the leaf rake, then turned my back on the accumulation, went inside and looked out at the yellow-orange-red mosaic now carpeting the yard.

Love the residual ridge-bumps out on the upper piedmont.

Among other things, we wandered today along a path that brought us down into the old ex-Cherokee community of Suches from “above,” from the north (ish), and this was the view out of the mountains, into the piedmont from Woody Gap.

Most of the time I was out strolling with B at Piedmont Park and the Bot Garden, I thought the daily photo would be of autumnal leaves. I know: again.

However, somehow the last major stop we made gave me more compelling images. I think these spheres and uprights (white endives?) are part of the festive holiday light-fest that’s being installed. Anyway, the backlighting from the late-day sun…very…captivating?

Did I mention that the ice on the Brasstown trees yesterday was…otherworldly?

Bring on Mad Men….

There’s little chance that the family who commissioned this monument to be placed in Oakland Cemetery ever thought that popular culture would highlight their surname. Of course, that would be predicting the future….

When, in your day’s wanderings you encounter a rainbow, and your camera’s at hand, that’s pretty much the picture of the day.

FYI, this is not a metric rainbow….

Most of the trees we saw today were green and gold, with a minority bronze and red. Then we burst out of the rolling, heavily glaciated terrain, finally reaching the flats of southern and southeastern Ontario. I saw a few fields that had been newly cleared, with large brush piles, and lots of in-use farmland (as above). From there we pushed on to the Argenteuil region, and, it turns out, through it.

I am convinced that whatever color the leaves/needles we saw, they were attached to metric trees.

We lost the brilliant skies in early afternoon as a cloud layer came in and cut the visual edge. Maybe, here, though, it’s partly the ecological destruction that Sudbury has been through.

BTW, Happy Thanksgiving!