Along Crabtree Creek, we saw a juxtaposition of bare trees and others still holding some colorful leaves.
At an abandoned bridge over the river, I photographed the patterns made by shadows, fence rails, and leaves, all from safely behind a barrier fence.
When I moved a few feet for a different composition, the sun ducked behind clouds. With the shadows gone, I felt this image was strengthened by a toned black and white treatment.
Ziva poked her head through the posts of a pedestrian bridge. I leaned over the top rail to get this perspective. Kids, don't try this at home.
Is she serenely contemplating the view, reflecting on reflections, or wishing she could get at some squirrels on the other side?
On the way home, I encountered a concept straight out of the sixties...Free Love combined with True Love yields Tree Love: