Fall comes from the top down.
The point on Four Mile Lake.
Now that the ground is covered in white it’s hard to remember what it looked like two months ago.
Winter doesn’t arrive for a few days so it’s still Fall.
But it doesn’t look like it.
Mid-November and the shrubbery is taking on some intense colours.
Portage Park, Trout Lake, late Autumn.
The tamaracks are losing their needles for another year.
The gentle yellow-orange is a comfortable colour after the showy colours of the maples, birches and poplars.
Oak leaves in late fall.
*Today’s photodyssey post is number 1500. Hard to believe.
Thanks for all the views and kind comments over the past 6 years.
Time flies when you’re having fun!
At the bottom of Moffat’s Hill on West Peninsula Rd.
This little maple in the middle of a Red Pine bush turns red every year.
Off Hwy 63 Saturday morning.
A neighbour’s cottage driveway.
Not long now until all the colour is gone.
To be replaced by white.
Visiting Pittsford area this Thanksgiving weekend. The Erie Canal runs through this part of the world.
Autumn is just arriving here.
Dried autumn leaves in a rock puddle.
This photo, processed differently, appeared last week.
I decided to process it differently to produce a different feel to the scene.