The sun was bright, the air crisp, the grass was still green and there were bugs still flying around. Hard to believe November was just a couple of days away. Shadow and glare from the sharp angle of the sun created drama everywhere. From high contrast bark to glowing goldenrod. Fall is such a beautiful time of year. Here in Minnesota we know what is in store. Perhaps that is why autumn is such a powerful time. It is a short time. The leaves change color and then seemingly overnight they are gone, only the memory of the trees true glory remains. Well, that and all the leaves gathered up and bagged up to be hauled off to the compost sites. Its kind of a love hate relationship, leaves. We love the trees full of color yet hate it when the leaves give way to their fate to provide nutrients for future trees and plants. So we manufacture devices made just for dealing with the now pesky leaves. Rakes, giant plastic hand scoops, stands for holding bags and of course the granddaddy of all leaf tools; the leaf blower. There is little I hate more than the leaf blower. Annoying whining stupid things. Being out in the 'wild' landscape where this photo was taken, is what fall is supposed to be about. Walking amongst the bare trees, observing migrant birds passing through on their way to someplace better. Oh how envy them. Fly away and above the leaf blowers, following the autumn as it creeps southward. Damn arms, why can't they be wings.
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