Can’t let fall go by without a shout out to Mother Nature’s warm palette. Walking through Prospect Park, a few blocks from my house, it was hard to decide which trees to take pictures of. The rebellious red hiding out between the evergreens? The baldy-lookin’ tree that jumped the gun on letting its leaves fall? This shot is of the grove of elegant trees where we finish our Yoga Hikes on Saturday mornings – a very special place indeed.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot (aka Mary Anne Evans)