Mushroom or Toadstool?

I don't know whether this was a mushroom or toadstool, but it looked like a fried egg to me.

The last of the leaves

"Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn."

                  Elizabeth Lawrence

Shadows

 

"Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides."

Junichiro Tanizaki

Scarlet Leaves

"Magnificent Autumn!  He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds.  He comes not like a hermit clad in gray.  But he comes like a warrior, with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

The milkweed patch

I went for a walk and discovered a milkweed patch that seemed to be waiting for me to come by with my camera.  These are terrible weeds, but they are very beautiful and interesting - photographically.

Autumn's arrival

I am rich today with autumn's gold

All that my covetous hands can hold.

          from Autumn (by Gladys Harp)

Flower or weed?

We think of a weed as something that grows where it's not supposed to.  A weed can have a lovely flower, so "beauty" is not a criteria.  I found this poppy growing in a patch of other weeds.  I normally till this spot, but this year the ground has been too wet to till until now.  Because of that, this poppy grew where there have never been poppies, probably from seed dropped by birds.  I wonder if that makes it a weed?  I left it there, hoping it will drop its seeds and I'll have more next year.

More flowers

"The goal is not to change your subjects, but for the subject to change the photographer"

Anon.

My garden

I haven't spent as much time photographing my garden this summer as I did in other years, but I did catch a few shots.

"You're only here for a short visit.  Don't hurry, don't worry.  And be sure to smell the flowers along the way."

Walter Hagen

Summer's end

This was one of my favourite shots of the summer.  It seems a fitting photo to post as summer ends.

"To see the Summer Sky

Is poetry, though never in a book it lie"

Emily Dickinson