It's that time of year when Autumn's vibrant colours are set against a backdrop of slick black, smokey greys, and muted greens. Maple leaves, on my walk through Squirrel Alley, as my friend calls it, look like a Japanese print - the rain reviving the bold crimson, orange, amber, yellow and green on the deep black and silver surface of the pathway.
Bougainvillea against the fog shrouded trees. The vibrant colour is muted in the low light, allowing the veins of the paper thin flowers to show off. As the fog dissipates, the vibrant magenta colour becomes bolder.
The last rose to bloom on my balcony. A lone Oscar Peterson rosebud, braving a near freezing late October day. This last rosebud is different from the rest - the piano key white never revealed itself. The last rose is the palest apricot, pink and yellow. As the curtain draws on the show season, the Oscar Peterson rose takes a quiet bow.
Photographs Copyright of: Ruth Adams, Widow's Endorphins Photographic Images Incorporated.
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