I took these photos on Saturday morning, before the wind really kicked up, though already more than a few of the leaves had dropped. Surrounded by forest, when the leaves drop, it's as though it's raining leaves, and it's loud. What would be a soft crackle when just a few trees are involved is magnified hundreds of times over, and in the strongest breezes I'd have to shoult to make myself heard to someone standing next to me.
The leaf drop will probably lessen the impact of this year's peak day of color, but I'm happy enough to be able to see beyond my deck again that I can't say that I mind. There's still plenty of leaves left. Not enough have fallen yet for me to be able to see the few lights from houses that sit along the road at the base of Nell's Hill. That won't happen until the very end of the season. But I can see the top and left side of this mountain again, so my evening sunsets are back.
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