This is my third autumn in the Pacific Northwest, and I still am dazzled by the season. After spending most of my life in the Midwest, where the landscape is either dead or covered with snow from October to April, fall and winter in Oregon is a revelation.
First, there is the moss, vivid and nearly glowing in the foggy, damp air.
Then there is the sheer diversity of the forests, where different plants take center stage as the seasons change, making familiar landscapes entirely new.
But mostly, it is a season of texture, where everything from the air to the trees to the crackling twigs under foot beckon you to feel, to open up and drink in the delicate, graceful touch of a forest at rest.
All pictures taken by me, using a Nikon D3400.
Ironically, almost all of these photos
were taken at the end of my walk,
when I’d determined I was done taking photos
and just did some idle snaps on the way back to my car.
Dani says
Gorgeous!! You live in a wonderland.