A night in the thirties has chased the last color from the field.
Where August boasted the deep purple of Ironweed riding high above a waving hillside of spicy golden flower tops, all has faded to brown.
The bracts, now open in flat, petaline forms, reflecting the angled light of an autumn day. Beautiful in their own way, these structures beneath the color, seen only after its passing.
Soft seed heads cast hundreds to the wind, while Goldfinches and sparrows cling to their swaying stems, riding the breeze as on a small chestnut steed.
Up and down.
Up and down.
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Thanks to photography we can see the changes which happen rightbefore our eyes.The little seed heads are pretty in their own way.
It seems long ago alread, since my Virgina Creeper dropped all of its leaves! We are and 935 meters here and fall comes early.
Fascinating contrast in those first two photos. Its so interesting to read of your change of seasons while we in the southern hemisphere are going into the heat of summer.
It was intersting to see the pictures of behind your barn. Time marches on.
One side of our two story home is covered with Virginia Creeper that prompted a neighbor to ask me why I let it grow so. To which I replied that I like to have a house that changes color with the season. Right now it is the same lovely color as the vine on your barn --- and the only house on the street that is so beautiful.
What a great contrast.
Goes fast, doesn't it?
Cheers, Klaus
Great photo point Nina! It's like two different worlds. The seasons are great that way. We finally got our first slug of "dry" air down here in Naples, ... and night time lows just dropped below 70 degrees!
I love those purple flowers--they'll come back next year too, right?
We're a few weeks behind you, Nina. After summer-like temps last week, a frost warning last night! My fireplace is taking the chill from the cold house.
Your photos tell an Autumn story.
Lovely ironweed photos. Your closeups are so nice! And loved the Virginia Creeper shot as well.
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