Came across these photographs in my archives from last summer. The sun was beginning to set and it cast the most intense golden shimmer on some of the trees. While I tried to capture the intensity of the golden light, the photographs pale in comparison. They are quite nice none-the-less, and I hope you can take a moment or two to enjoy their rich golden glow. (These are not pics from this Fall, but from mid summer. The coppers and golds are not leaves that have turned, but the effect of shafts of setting sunlight reflecting on green leaves.)
The incommunicable trees begin to persuade us to live with them
and quit our life of solemn trifles.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Here man is no longer the center of the world, only a witness,
but a witness who is also a partner in the silent life of nature,
bound by secret affinities to the trees.
~ Dag Hammarskjold
Every little pine needle expanded and swelled with sympathy and befriended me.
I was so distinctly made aware of the presence of something kindred to me,
that I thought no place could ever be strange to me again.
~ Henry David Thoreau
May this weekend be a good one for all of you.