Here are a bunch of photos from what turned into a lovely weekend. (Next weekend is forecast to be nice, too, but the leaves and the sun worked out this weekend and you don’t count on that twice in a row around these parts.)
I went for my first bike ride in, quite a while, actually. The Yankee insisted I go ride. I think she’s tired of me hovering and worrying over her. So I had a 31-mile pedal and it felt like the first ride in quite a while, actually.
I went down the best autumn road in town. This is our seventh autumn here, somehow, and I’ve only taken this road twice. Some things should just be used sparingly, ya know?
And with views like this, you could see why I wouldn’t want to spoil it, right?
And so I huffed and puffed and counted my blessings that I was able to ride this road on one of the best days of the season, just for a quiet few minutes with no cars and these views.
Here’s a video of it, which buffered and compressed poorly, it seems. I may have to try this again, but, really, it’s the light and color we are after here, and definitely not the bouncy part in the middle.
Woods at the bottom of that same road:
That old road turns into a fork, to the left is a gravel drive and to the right, a gravel road.
But when you’re on a road bike, and don’t have gravel tires, you can’t be too curious about what lies further ahead. It’s probably just another house or two, anyway.
Here are some other leaves. You can never capture autumn, not really.
You need to smell the leaves.
And you need the suggestion of chill in the air.
That flicker of the sun glancing and dancing through the leaves is helpful, too.
You need the sound of the breeze dancing through the trees.
And the crunch of another season under foot.
That’s what you need to really appreciate autumn, before it is all just sticks pointing to the sky.
Those parts are never in the pictures.
Even the ones from a fine Saturday morning walk.
