Forgive me if I dwell on fall colors, but they are just is so evocative for me. I am struck by how democratic (small d) ‘beauty’ is. Liberal or conservative, you don’t need a degree in Fine Arts to appreciate the stunning display of colors. And there they are – right alongside the road – for all to see.
These maple leaves could match anything on a canvas.
I’m partial to the salmon-golds — and have a prime example in my back yard with my Parrotia persica (Persian Ironwood).
Here’s a full length shot with the Red Sunset maple in the background.
Just driving through town I’m amazed by the subtle shades and hues. Chartreuse is a somewhat unusual fall color. It’s over overshadowed in this shot by the brilliant bronze of the Japanese maple.
I’ve been reminded of all sorts of odd associations — from menopausal flushes to the baring of branches. Jane Hirshfield says it well in the poem, Three Times My Life Has Opened:
… But outside my window all day a maple has stepped
from her leaves like a woman in love with winter, dropping
the colored silks.
And all the leaves on the ground recall lovers’ clothes tossed wantonly aside.
* Ms. Hirshfield’s poem can be found in Risking Everything – 110 Poems of Love and Revelation.