Laura and Charlie enjoying the crunch of the leaves at the playground this morning.
I tried to be an observer, not a participant. Watched them play together. Just kept shooting, trying to be unobtrusive.
Kept my distance and sorry I didn’t have a zoom lens.
It was a happy time. A joy to watch Charlie have fun in the leaves.
The bear hat doesn’t quite fit right but old grandma will knit another one.
Big slide, the swings, finding a shadow, mommy hide behind the tree trunk, throw the leaves, kick the leaves, stomp and crunch pick up a big stick.
No shortage of games and activities.
He was trying to master the balance beam, figure it out. Too hard but the fact he was trying was something to watch.
One direct smile at old Froo Froo Ruthie.
Yes he knew I was there! Hard not to notice that sock monkey who sits on the 24-70 lens.
Back to the car. Good bye playground. See you soon.
Yesterday I photographed a few scenes in the drizzly rain. I posted Pittsburgh Autumn in a Dull Light.
Today it was bright and so I returned to the same spots. You can’t see how windy it was.
Thinking about how light affects the mood, color and feel of a photograph.
Today’s shot of the Homestead Smokestacks
and Three Red Trees
and look what happened on my way home? CLOUDS! Lots of clouds arrived in about fifteen minutes time.
I was down in Homestead at the Waterfront, having been up the hill in West Mifflin.
Shopped for flannel sheets. Readying for the cold weather.
And though the day was rainy, I thought I’d shoot to include the changing leaves, give a sense of time and place.
at the Red Light I saw this tree.
And just for fun, closer to home, the dog in the passenger seat signaling a right turn?
When I came home from school on Friday, I found the unraked leaves with raindrops on the undersides of some of them. I saw the orange tree leaves glowing like embers, with the water drops at their tips.
My driveway needs to be raked.
But if it were raked, I would have missed these jewels.
The heart shaped leaves are from the Eastern Redbud tree.
the fronts of the leaves are wet all over. The backs of the leaves, the water beads up.
Below, a single leaf on the Eastern Redbud that Ginny planted as a memorial to my parents. A lone water drip at the tip.