Ok – so I don’t speak French. I took three years in high school and struggled through it. One day my teacher, Madame Sprott commented on my sweater – “Oooooo! C’est orange!” It’s been stuck in my head for over 30 years. Whenever I hear the word “orange” I can still hear her voice as she noted the color of my sweater. It was the kindest thing she ever said to me. She was pretty ambivalent about me, but that sweater…..I digress. Sorry.
Orange is a color that moves me. I feel invigorated in an orange room. I like orange clothes. It’s a color that I don’t just see, I feel it.
The maples and sassafras go through an orange stage on the way to red, but orange looks best on them.
There’s a perfect shade of orange that happens just before brown. The sunshine makes it sing.
Orange in the sunlight makes my soul sing.
Glorious, glorious, glorious!
It’s a magical thing when your soul sings!
Orange is the one for me – it’s good for my soul:)
Beautiful colors. You make me miss the New England fall with this post and your Red one.
But don’t even bother with French. It’s Dangerous: http://fiftyfourandahalf.com/2012/08/29/french-is-dangerous/
It is indeed! Great post!
Thanks. I want to keep my favorite photographer alive and well!
I appreciate that – I always wondered what was up with the genders – scary stuff! I’m sticking to English!
You’ll be safer that way.
🙂 Safety first!
Beautiful pictures! High school French comes in so handy at times….I am proud to say that I know how to order another beer in four languages. Je suis tres sophistique.
Magnifique! I recall this “Omelette du fromage” – wait – I don’t think I learned that from Madame Sprott, I think I got that from Steve Martin 🙂
I had a favorite, I looked again and couldn’t make up my mind, they are all great.
Just gorgeous colours of the leaves over your side of the world.
It must be heavenly walking through forests of those trees at this time of year.
Thanks Vicki – it really is. My drive up the hill at sunset is stunning.
orange is a bold, extroverted colour and I’m not surprized that you are drawn to it. Beautiful photos. Je parle francais par ce que je viens de Quebec. Vive l’automne!
Madame Sprott was from Quebec – she could not pronounce “Lorri” so she called me by the name of the street I lived on. I’m not sure I’m an extrovert, but I find orange a color that makes me think – create.
BTW – Google translate is my friend:)
Λατρεύω το Google Translate!
I absolutely love the 5th one down. Beautiful!
Thanks, I wish I knew what kind of tree it was. It’s in a grove of volunteer saplings.