Autumn’s First Blush
A splash of leaves, freshly fallen upon a drying, placid late summer stream – there are no Monarchs or Tigers flying up towards the tree tops, the tinywhite butterflies wandering alone among the barrening thistle bushes and withering flower beds.
A bullrush rises alone by what just a month ago was the swamp’s edge; here it is mid-morning when true day comes to the deep woods, and the shortened days languish until winter’s white night ascends.
Berries deep with colors drip breakfast delights for the deer, feeling frisky and getting ready for the season’s rut.
At the calmest of times, the barely-rippled low waters of this drought are brought to life with an uplift of a sudden breeze and the first leaves’ drift towards some future bank or muddy bottom.
It is here that Autumn first meets Summer’s last breath, here where it first takes hold
Here are other recent activities that harbinger the colors and sights to soon follow
|A bullrush stands alone||Long grass fades alongside of the trail||Ripe purpleberries await a forager|
The pictures above were all taken on September 23, 2010 at Blohm Park, a wetland preserve in Maryland right out my door that almost no one but me goes to, a private delight.
Photographs, text and effects by Walter Bjorkman.