My oldest memories are of my favorite Fall seasons. I always loved warm sun on my back with a cool breeze licking my face.
Chippewa Flowage, Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin
Who wouldn't love the green world bursting into so many colors...and tones you can't imagine?
I loved to do my gradeschool artwork with chalk on black paper, leaves and grasses bright in Fall's display.
Fox River south of McHenry Dam
Dad was a fisherman, so my youngest memories are of throwing in a line with a cane pole and watching it drift with the current. Ripples on the water teasing the bobber and his earnest reminder to,
"Wait for it to disappear."
South of McHenry Dam
Late afternoon October skies showering the water with diamonds, blinding in beauty.
Moraine Hills State Park Illinois
Our family had property in the middle of Wisconsin surrounded by fields, hills, and nestled on a small chain of lakes. I would take long walks along the creeks and across the fields, the ever changing landscape as it morphed from greens to golden tans and then to the subtle dead grays of November.
Lakewood Forest Preserve Wauconda, Illinois
Even with the flowers long spent, the grasses and wild plants provided fascinating details and diversity.
Moraine State Park, McHenry County Illinois
Windswept delicate grasses and grains, strong enough to withstand the pounding fall rains and wave playfully in a breeze.
Moraine State Park McHenry County Illinois
The teasing angle of an Autumn Solstice sun, fiery when high and smoldering and smokey in dusky light as it lowers in the southwest.
Lakewood Forest Preserve Wauconda Illinois
Fleeting clouds or....a pink sunset, what do you see?
When you stop long enough...
'to really SEE'.
These photos are all mine---some as old as 2007. Color has yet to even begin to change in N.Illinois this year.
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