Spring is on its way, but in Southern California, autumn leaves cling, evergreen plants thrive, and the silhouette of an ancient oak all work their magic together.
One of the few native trees that lose their leaves in the fall, sycamores are always something special in the autumn and winter months with their colorful foliage.
Autumn is here . . . even if today is 88 F! The ginkgo leaves are changing from green to gold and orange.
After more winter storms than we have had in years, the ground is sodden with fallen leaves. Everything smells deep and rich. The trees are bare. Winter is here in California – but it is to be up to 74 F next week!
The Pin Oak is a tree indigenous to the parts of the US east of California – which means everywhere is east! These are trees familiar to my childhood in the midwest and along the eastern seaboard, and I missed them forever once we moved to California. There are oak trees in California, but they are adapted to a different climate, with much smaller leaves which don’t turn orange before falling. Also, they are green year round, which is a blessing of color in a beige winter landscape. And, they are as wonderful as the Pin Oak. Yay, trees!
A scene from the local botanical garden . . . piles of Pin Oak leaves against blooming Mexican sage. If you look in the upper left, you will see some pink blooms still clinging to a tree branch.
The other morning – the first of the time change – I headed out with my Nikon V3 (which took this picture), my 6×9 Voigtlander Bessa, and Olympus XA4. I used the Nikon to consider exposure, as well as to catch a few for here. The film will go in to the lab for processing later this week.
It was an incredible morning. The Chumash Trail is a trail along a corridor of native oak trees, which overarch the entire trail, spots and splotches of sunshine breaking through. The trees are hundreds of years old. In some trees, small flocks of black and white birds would land, and all of a sudden it was as if it were raining acorns. It was quite odd, but restful, like rain pattering on leaves.
I went hiking with a friend along a creek in Santa Barbara County . . . pushed up against a log, these fallen leaves let me know that autumn was here and summer was winding down.