The last vestiges of green still linger,as red, yellow, orange, and umber claim the treesin their constant march toward year’s end.The cacophony of color is a symphonyswirling with the wind’s…
The sun rose bright and golden, sparkling through leaves that only yesterday were summer’s green, but now were a rainbow of autumn’s reds, yellow, orange, and brown. I caught a…
It’s autumn in New York. It’s cool and crisp and the sun is shining for the first time in a week. The trees are depositing their dead leaves everywhere, and…
