An afternoon walk around the block in the Syracuse city neighborhood on Eastwood with Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle on August 16, 2014 allowed a glimpse of change to come.
Not every tree, but every once in a while, a certain tree had that look.
Autumn is on its way to the northeast.
The changes are starting where they always take hold first, out there on the branches. Green is losing its grip.
The vibrancy is fading.
In some trees, the transition occurs one patch at a time, one burst of color first, one ball of contrast against the palate of conformity.
Often the renegade hangs out on the edges.
Others trees fall right off the cliff, changing at once, adopting a blazing hue, obtaining a brightness that attracts the attention of man and beloved rescue dog from three houses down.
This tree will soon be brown, dry, then bare.
Now, though, isn’t she a beauty in full, a sign of one season giving way to another with a shout instead of a whimper?
What are your favorite signs of summer changing to fall? What are your favorite colors of autumn leaves? When you were growing up, what art projects using leaves did you present to your parents?