Fall

Watterson's Calvin and Hobbes describes the season just right. "Gee, I like this season best of all! The trees are like nature's own fireworks display!"

And they are, in both their shape and transience, and their colorful changes.

It's odd, though, how the dramatic reds and yellows and even browns turn less spectacular when their leaves are lying on the ground. Perhaps part of their glory was the light shining through them. I've no pictures that adequately show this, but if you've seen it in person you know.

I wish that images could show the dynamics of the light. Perhaps you could with a projection table under the photo that let you vary the intensity place to place with greater range than a mere computer monitor can (or than a print, where the illumination is the same over it all).