On the Street Where I Live – Indian Summer Sunshine

Today about midday I headed out with my camera to take in some color on my own street. I don’t live on a traditional street, I live on a CR – a County Road. It’s a four-mile stretch of unpaved road that weaves it’s way up to the top of Pine Mountain outside of Eureka Springs, Arkansas. I’ve been watching the leaves change day by day – but leaving for work in the early morning and returning at dusk has given me few opportunities to capture the color during the week.

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As I looked up today I was reminded of a professor I studied painting under in college. Rita Abbey – she was always talking about transparencies – layers of colors over other colors…

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Layers that allowed you to see other colors through them. Although I saw her technique as something more graphic and abstract at the time, today I believe I saw it in nature…

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Yellow hickories, backed up by red maples, layered over orange sassafras…

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All of it looking so translucent over a perfectly clear Indian Summer sky…

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In school I saw Rita’s technique as a way to make us dissect space and interpret it in a new way, and maybe it was…

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But today I saw something beyond technique or exercise, I saw nature layered in a way that made solids look translucent. Light and shadow creating shapes superimposed over the surfaces of the leaves…

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Today I saw a work of art as I looked up into the sky. All I had to do was to capture it inside a rectangle.

Autumn in the Ozarks – Red

You can tell when the peak is coming – the reds start to show themselves.

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Maples, sassafras, dogwoods – all putting on the ritz and setting the stage for the finale.

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Greens are still common, but the coming of the first reds signal the big finish.

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Today was an Indian Summer day – warm and sunny. A wonderful time to walk through the woods.

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Are you seeing red in your neck of the woods yet?

Automne dans les Aux Arcs – C’est Orange!

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.

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The maples and sassafras go through an orange stage on the way to red, but orange looks best on them.

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There’s a perfect shade of orange that happens just before brown. The sunshine makes it sing.

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Orange in the sunlight makes my soul sing.

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Don’t miss out on the orange, it’s here and then it’s gone.