Autumn is my favorite time of year. Some people say we don't have change of seasons in So. California, but we do. They are just more subtle. Autumn brings the leaf drop and warm days with cool nights. Yesterday the high in Woodland hills was 84 and the low was 37. For the most part we've lost what was the best sign of Fall - the smell of steer manure used on overseeded rye grass. Manure has been replaced with various mulches and toppers. I miss the odoriferous indication that winter is coming. I always connected it to Halloween and Thanksgiving.
reminds me of my childhood...certainly looks a lot like the street I grew up on, but the angle has me a little disoriented.
I used to look out my window at a huge ginko tree in the "parkway strip", with all the colors and the carpet of leaves on the ground was like a blanket covering the sidewalk.
Funny thing, I've been on facebook with a bunch of the kids I grew up with---the ones I'd play football, baseball, guns (we didn't play war, it was a military action at the time, not that we knew what THAT was either!) and of course, ride bikes with...I can almost smell the air, feel the chill on my cheek and yeah, the grip on my old Nerf football we'd play in the middle of the street this time of year.
DB, you would have loved my house for the last few days... our neighbor's lawn got its annual steer manure treatment. No open windows for us. Bleaghhh!
Trish, I can't remember the name of the street in the above shot. I was struck with those glowing ginkos... aren't they great?
In this shot... LOVE the purple-blue shadow on the bottom, picking up the purple blue "falliage" on the top right!
I have long held a theory that Southern Californians do not grasp their own mortality because, unlike folks in the East, our climate doesn't demonstrate aging (fall) death (winter) and rebirth (Spring). In California, or La-La-Land, every season is pretty much a variation on endless summer... which fosters the assumption that we are immortal.
HIker, it's weird how so many images end up with lilac streets -- no matter which camera I shoot with! All i did was boost color saturation by about 20% and push the contrast in this shot. Cool.
Wayne, you coined a new word and so appropriate: Falliage. I love it. And the long blue and lavender shadows are so prominent in so many of your shots, Laurie. And lovely they are too. I love your non-seasons in So. Calif. But I will pass on the steer manure.
Yak, I also love your take on the immortality of So. Calif. There is something pretty all year long and no dreaded being holed up or buried under a snow bank. Personally, I wouldn't know how to handle it.
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There's something about the light in fall. It's the different angle of the sun through the trees. I've always loved it and this is a perfect example.
I almost never find myself in "that" part of town. I live in the low places, and I've got friends here, too.
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Right on Laurie!!!
Autumn is my favorite time of year. Some people say we don't have change of seasons in So. California, but we do. They are just more subtle. Autumn brings the leaf drop and warm days with cool nights. Yesterday the high in Woodland hills was 84 and the low was 37. For the most part we've lost what was the best sign of Fall - the smell of steer manure used on overseeded rye grass. Manure has been replaced with various mulches and toppers. I miss the odoriferous indication that winter is coming. I always connected it to Halloween and Thanksgiving.
For the sake of efficiency I've dispensed with the term fall foliage in favour of falliage.
reminds me of my childhood...certainly looks a lot like the street I grew up on, but the angle has me a little disoriented.
I used to look out my window at a huge ginko tree in the "parkway strip", with all the colors and the carpet of leaves on the ground was like a blanket covering the sidewalk.
Funny thing, I've been on facebook with a bunch of the kids I grew up with---the ones I'd play football, baseball, guns (we didn't play war, it was a military action at the time, not that we knew what THAT was either!) and of course, ride bikes with...I can almost smell the air, feel the chill on my cheek and yeah, the grip on my old Nerf football we'd play in the middle of the street this time of year.
Thanks Laurie for the sights and memories!
Good morning, gang!
Wayne, I love falliage. I may steal that.
DB, you would have loved my house for the last few days... our neighbor's lawn got its annual steer manure treatment. No open windows for us. Bleaghhh!
Trish, I can't remember the name of the street in the above shot. I was struck with those glowing ginkos... aren't they great?
Mister E, I would have never imagined YOU would leave a Garth Brooks link. AGHHHHHH!!!!!!!
In this shot... LOVE the purple-blue shadow on the bottom, picking up the purple blue "falliage" on the top right!
I have long held a theory that Southern Californians do not grasp their own mortality because, unlike folks in the East, our climate doesn't demonstrate aging (fall) death (winter) and rebirth (Spring). In California, or La-La-Land, every season is pretty much a variation on endless summer... which fosters the assumption that we are immortal.
love that long shadow
I think I really like your interpretation of autumn. Does SoPas really have lilac streets and purple shadows?
HIker, it's weird how so many images end up with lilac streets -- no matter which camera I shoot with! All i did was boost color saturation by about 20% and push the contrast in this shot. Cool.
Laurie,
Always love the perspective and color in your shots.
Very cool ... all so noticed it's trash day.
Hey thanks for stopping by the ole blog again. I'm always glad to see you.
Wayne, you coined a new word and so appropriate: Falliage. I love it. And the long blue and lavender shadows are so prominent in so many of your shots, Laurie. And lovely they are too. I love your non-seasons in So. Calif. But I will pass on the steer manure.
Yak, I also love your take on the immortality of So. Calif. There is something pretty all year long and no dreaded being holed up or buried under a snow bank. Personally, I wouldn't know how to handle it.
Thanks for the lovely thoughts today, everyone!
Until next post...
out between elephant hill and the city steps...
and no, the streets are NOT paved in lilac, I think I still have some of that asphalt embedded in my limbs, I see no lilac in my skin.
and mr earl...even those in the altos love their friends in low places!
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