I’m not adverse to changing leaves, their colors are beautiful, the light through them is luminous, but as they’re shed they redefine the skyline, as it slips from green to yellow to bare, dark sticks.
The infinite blue sky of fall as backdrop for yellow leaves always makes me think of the colors in one version of Andy Warhol’s cow wallpaper (which isn’t the version on the wall of the staircase leading up from the education center at MoMA). Outside in the clear light, the crisp air, I also think “un dia muy precioso.”
But too many sources are predicting (threatening?) a winter like last year’s, deep cold and snow, and I’m not ready for the big fade to white.
*In the bottom left photo, the double black spec over the sycamore that is to the right of center, is an adult eagle.