The first walk I recorded was September 25, 2014. Autumn was only a few days old, but already the signs were here and there.
The second walk I recorded was October 21, 2014. We were approaching the middle of Autumn, the part I find the most beautiful.
The third walk I recorded was November 25, 2014. Autumn was well advanced and winter is approaching.
Here are some of the pictures I took, comparing the same places.
First I walked along the northern boundary road.
Continuing on the northern boundary, I approached Redwood Road.
|During a walk on a very hot day, this hill is inviting.|
|Not so inviting on a cool day with all the leaves.|
|And on a cold day? No way!|
|This fence gives me a useful lesson in perspective, |
and the shade of the honey locust trees
filters the hot morning sun.
Still walking east.
|Now the trees are touched with gold and red.|
|And finally my perspective vanishes in cold, bare trees.|
|Walking south on Redwood Road. On the grass, not the sidewalk!|
When I turned south on Redwood Road, I walking along the grassy hill next to the sidewalk instead of in the hot sun.
|It isn't too muddy to keep walking on the grass.|
In November the hill was mostly clear and the snow had melted long enough before that it wasn't muddy.
|Mid-campus walk by the Student Center.|
|This walk faces south. October is so pretty here!|
|In November the mid-campus walk is so cold|
that all anybody wants is to get in a warm building.
|September on the west hills.|
|November on the west hills.|
|September, from west to east.|
|October, from west to east.|
|November, from west to east.|
|Across the playing fields, clear September skies.|
|Across the playing fields, October's brilliant sun and clouds.|
|Across the playing fields, November's promise of snow.|
|September and the impossibly blue skies |
behind the two cottonwoods, one living
and one looking like it might not make it.
|October, the dying tree is shedding leaves.|
At the northwest corner of campus are two cottonwoods, one healthy and the other dying. They look like the faces of Autumn to me.
|November, you cannot tell which tree will|
leaf out next spring.
|September and the butterfly bushes are loaded with blossoms.|
Around the corner near the tennis courts are these butterfly bushes.
|October and a butterfly finds one of the still-nourishing blossoms.|
|November and the butterfly bush is ready for winter.|