Reticulated reds.
An onslaught of oranges.
Unyielding yellows.
It is fall where I live. So many trees. So little time.
I could not ask for a more beautiful landscape.
I decide that once we own our own land we will plant a minimum of 3 acres of sumac, for the sole purpose of walking around in at exactly this phase of fall. I have never seen such a beautiful display of doom. Each chilly night seems to crank the gears in their color wheels, and a shade is lost, here and there, leaving behind ridiculous florescent renditions. Others are so blood red that they almost look painted, the way they eat the light. It makes me wish October lasted until February. How could I possibly see all of the colors between now and compost?
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Posted on October 13, 2010
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