With the beautiful but brief changing fall colors as a photographer I am compelled to take as many shots as possible before the trees become bare. I search for places to go to get the max for my efforts. My original plan was a trip to Ashland with my photography group. Of course that day I wasn't feeling well and didn't go. Determined, I went later that afternoon to the reservoir. It was predicted to be the last good weekend and I wasn't about to miss it. As I was walking around taking shots here and there I spotted the eagle that I had heard lived but in my 15 years of living in Midlothian had never seen. How could I possibly miss this opportunity. Leaves? What Leaves?.....
These eagles will if I don't concentrate on them at this moment!
So I quickly changed my lens... the eagle was pretty far up there... and realized it was not one, not two, but 3 eagles.... again I say.
Leaves? What leaves?
I felt at that point, though I did get some very distant shots of the eagles, my Autumn chances were done. Night was looming, the work week beginning, fall had fallen. I accepted my fate based on my decisions and would try not to mope around to much.
This is a new weekend, I have watched the leaves fall and change outside my office window all week. Yellow to brown to gone. As I was standing outside feeling the warmth of the sun I looked across the yard to a brilliance that could only be delivered from heaven. Gleaming there in the neighbors, yard shroud in a majestic red, was an autumn covered tree. Had it been there all along? I looked up and around. Shades of yellow, orange, brown and red... everywhere! Have I actually been with myself? Talk about shortsighted, thinking that I had to travel to look for what God had given me in my own front yard. I had flashes of Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz talking to Aunty Em about how everything she wanted was right here.
Well Click my Heels and Send me Home!