Purple Mountains and Amber Waves

I don't know what happened to me in the last month. I thought keeping this blog would be easy...a single shot every day. Surely I could keep up with that, right?

Oh so wrong.

So now that I'm getting around to posting these, the colors are gone and decaying on the ground and the trees are bare. But the sky? It's always beautiful, and I never get tired of that!

Ghost Trees

Those bare trees look like white birches, but they aren't. The trees themselves, actually, don't have white bark; they are brown. They are covered, though, with some sort of greenish-white mold-moss, the color of those glow-in-the-dark stars kids stick on their bedroom ceiling. They are eery, almost, sticking out like ghosts among the healthy, red-leaved trees around them.

Shenandoah National Park, November 2011

Mountain's Majesty

I took a trip up to the Shenandoah National Park this weekend, hoping to catch some fall colors. At our house not too far away, the trees are bright oranges and reds and, although at the tail end of peaking, still beautiful. Up in the mountains, however, there was already snow, and the trees above 2,000 feet had lost their leaves. The cloud-bedazzled sky and lower trees still  made for some pretty pictures, though.

Morning Fog