The project was simple, the camera was loaded with
freshly charged batteries and the bag held several sets of spares.
All that was needed was some color.
set out late on Sunday afternoon in search of more of the colors
of fall. The season was rapidly drawing to a close as Saturday successes
fueled Sunday's desire.
Before me was a day of Indian Summer, clear skies and a willing
Harley. What more could you ask for?
I turned left out of the subdivision and headed east, thinking
to ride around one or two of the local lakes. Sometimes when you
are in a hurry a slow windy 25 or 35 mph road can test your patience.
At other times, those same roads offer a taste of beauty that can
comfort or amaze, offering a feast for those who care to partake.
I had only ridden for a mile when I stopped at the top of a hill
to turn onto another road. My bike was leaned to the right and as
I watched the traffic from the left it suddenly dawned on me that
there was a park, right there across the street. Since there was
no traffic behind me, I backed up a couple of feet and got the bike
pointed in the opposite direction.
Just before I turned into the park I saw a splash of red from deep
in the interior. I smiled as I turned, hoping that I would be able
to find a tree that was still in it's "peak" of color.
I also wanted to find the color red.
The tree was splendid and bathed in sunlight, its broad trunk held
up an offering of everything that is the beauty of fall in the Midwest.
A burgundy minivan parked under its glory shared the sun's rays.
might know, that it was the only car parked on that side of the
lot, and right next to the tree that I wanted to take pictures of.
After taking off my helmet and pulling out the camera, I walked
up to it and slowly started to circle. Internally I fumed. I looked
for the owner of the minivan. A young couple sat about 50 feet away,
neck in neck in what appeared to be deep meaningful conversation.
I was not about to bother them.
I started to pace around that section of the park, and snapped
a couple of shots of a pair of yellow beauties. I had not go for
yellow however, I went for red. A rack of clouds began to play with
the light of the sun. I wanted the light, I needed the light, and
I didn't want photographs that included the Minivan.
Soon enough, the van moved and I was able to quickly take a series
of pictures before the sun disappeared for what appeared would be
a good half an hour. Seeing a large patch of blue sky behind the
clouds, I decided to run home and download my first set of images
and then head back to the tree, always in search of the "best
The best shot.
Just what is the "best" shot. Generally I know it immediately
as it is the one picture eliciting the ooooooooooooooooooh as the
image appears on the screen.
As I looked at my first set of 45 images, I began to think of this
photo shoot in a different light. I decided that I would return
for more pictures, with a different end in mind.
Riding with the sun at my back, I rolled into the park knowing
that only this one tree would get my attention in the last light
of the day. I fried off another 45 images.
I did everything but climb into the tree, and during the next half
hour or so several people paused to take pictures of it.
Words and pictures.
It got me to thinking, this tree and these 90 images. Take the
word love for instance. One word, with how many shades of meaning?
It can used in a question or a statement or a declaration of undying
"I love you."
love is strong and sturdy, its roots go deep. It will weather the
My love is brilliant, it glows, it bathes you in its light.
My love is a fire, blazing.
My love will protect you. Take shelter under it.
My love is peaceful, it reflects all that is within me.
Love's fire is gone, it is withered. It has died on the vine, fallen
to the ground.
The colors are all there, yellow, green, brown, black, gold, red,
orange, in just about every shade and every hue.
One tree, and lots of images.
What color love?
Gallery is here.