It is autumn, and I am busy. Very, very busy. But not too busy to get out to the local Conservation Area a couple of weekends ago, to take a look at the fall colours. They're legendary around here - maples in bright golds, oranges, reds. The only problem is, that like the other in-between season (spring, that is), autumn only lasts for about a week here. Case in point - it snowed yesterday.
So you have to be quick. Quick, if you want to see those maples exploding in orange against a brilliant blue sky, fluffy white clouds floating by, the air crisp and cold and scented with wood smoke:
Or the riot of colour over the marshlands:
Or the local wildlife, doing its best to compete with the foliage for your attention:
Or those yellows - those glorious, glorious yellows, a last gasp before winter's blinding whites and drab greys set in:
Whoops, sorry about that. Not sure how that one slipped in there.