The colors developed slowly and, for the most part, subtly. None of the vibrant yellow maples of our New England town greens. Still there was color to be found, though more often up close than at a distance.

I'll skip the narration for a change. You'll all recognize maples and oaks,
and rose hips. There's a shot of alder, several of Fragmites.

I end with the pale, skeletonized leaves of an oak - somehow fitting for the
end of the growing season.