Yes, I know . . . it sounds like some epic story . . .
The Fall – Part 1
copyright 2014, EJDAlise
Lucinius looked out over the rushing horde . . . they were going to reach the gates soon, and there was nothing that would stop them.
He turned his back on them, looking instead at the faces of his small army staring back at him . . . in them he could see the reflection of the efforts, the sweat, the joy, the sorrow, and all that went into building works of art, orderly displays glorifying man’s ingenuity . . . soon it would all be in shambles, and there was nothing he could do.
He turned once again to face the oncoming horde and barely managed to step aside as two women simultaneously dove for the same toy, and in the process knocked over the carefully stacked display.
. . .damn, but he hated Black Friday sales.
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No, this is about a different kind of fall, and all captured with my Samsung Note II, Processed in Lightroom and onOne Suite, and posted here for your enjoyment.
These ornamental grasses from Melisa’s cousin’s yard in Illinois . . . I would love being able to grow it here. These stalks stood above my head.
These next one were checking out my shoes . . . I stood very still so as not to spook them.
That was in late September . . .
. . . this next photo is from about a week ago. We were on a walk, and I noticed this plant. It looked out of place . . . I had not noticed it before, and it is fairly late in the season for this to be flowering, looking still green, and still standing.
It was not until I processed the photos that I noticed the spider . . . can you spot it?
The other flower was even more interesting . . .
That’s right . . . that’s some sort of bug burrowing into the flower. Fairly large bug, too, as the flower was at least four inches across. I opted not to mess with it.
Now, you might recall some posts back, like in early September, I mentioned a hard freeze (low 20s). We’ve had a few more overnight dips below freezing since, although not as cold as that first one. That’s why I’m surprised I still have flowers. Mind you, we lost a bunch, and I cut many of the annuals down in preparation for the winter, but . . .
Even with the cold we had these past few days, these flowers persist.
It could be these are just hardy flowers . . .
The aspens have already lost most of their leaves, the silver maples are getting there, but this tree (one of two whose names I can’t rightly recall at the moment) is just now hitting its peak color.
Those colors are all on one tree, ranging from bronze, to red, to yellow, and everything in between.
These last two were shot with the phone level to the ground and ‘looking up’.
But, back to the flowers . . . I was not surprised of the previous flowers having survived . . . but these, these surprised me . . .
These should have frozen and died, and in fact, you can see many dead leaves, but these dang petunias hang on.
Far as I see it, them petunias been given the shortest end of the stick ever been offered a petunia in this crap-heel ‘verse. But they took that end, and they – well, they took it. And that’s – Well, I guess that’s somethin’.
And it weren’t just one pot . . .
. . . there was this one too.
Here’s another angle . . .
Of course, them other flowers, them ones that ain’t petunias, them too be going strong.
There were two other pots with petunias that survived when they shouldn’t have . . . one was in the shadows, but one was in full sun, and I done took me a couple of more photos.
There are other flowers that are still fightin’, still wantin’ nuthin’ more than to be . . . to be for just a few more days. Them fools . . . but I can’t find no fault with them; I too might be inclined to stretch my last days on this here non-god given Earth.
Some might wonder about the attempt at a bastardized Firefly/Kentucky accent . . . you see, the missus’ and me have been binging on the show Justified. The setting is Kentucky, and I have this here habit of picking up speech patterns . . . mighty inconvenient, it be.
Anyway, the banana flowers are also still doing well, but I screwed up the photo of them (out of focus), so, as a reminder, I offer up a previous shot, but know they are still there.
BUT . . . this is supposed to be a post about the colors of Fall.
Yup, this is the other tree (you can see the first in the background).
This tree is a little sparser, leaves-wise. Here’s a shot looking up.
The other tree, the first one, has more color variation . . . here’s a few more examples.
Here’s another shot looking up from under the tree . . .
You can clearly see the color distribution in the leaves in these next two shots.
So, that’s it for now . . . I had these on the phone, and I shot them in some fairly strong wind, so I am surprised how well they turned out.
I did not do a SmugMug gallery, but you can click on the photos for a larger version. Let’s just say I was pleased with how all these turned out.
Before I leave, I have to share this advertisement . . . it’s been cracking me up for the past week, even for as little as I watch TV.
I especially like the “Are you crazy!?” line. It’s only forty seconds; give it a play.
That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.
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