I’ve pretty much given up on any fall photo competition. For the previous two years, I attempted to enter the Gazette’s photo contest, but although I think I had some nice images, clearly my pictures were not what the paper was looking for. I tend to shoot details and they seem to want panoramas, but there you have it.
Fall is suddenly here, kaboom. We had a couple of cold nights earlier this week, two with lows dipping just under the freezing point of water, and suddenly the trees are starting to turn.
Many ashes are tinged with gold. Some maples are dappled in pinks and yellows. Sumac and burning bushes are starting to shine with bright crimson.
We’re in a dry, windless stretch of weather—which is too bad because we surely can use lots and lots of rain—but at least it means the leaves are staying on the trees for a bit as they turn colors.
Today, I rode the Cedar River Trail to work, which added about 20 minutes to my commute. I had time to make it to my morning class, and I just wanted to see if those cold nights have visibly changed the seasons.
The hillsides are still mainly green, but there are certainly flashes of color. Tulips trees and Catalpa, two trees with huge leaves, are still pretending it’s summer, but I’m betting in the next few days we’ll see that they got the memo from Mama Nature, too. I didn’t go by the big Sweetgum tree that is on my usual commute this morning, but last time I saw it, it was holding back, hanging in there green. Sweetgum trees usually turn vibrant colors and I’m looking forward to seeing this tree this autumn
Fall in Iowa! Is there a more glorious time?