That cat named “Fall” has been stalking Southeast Michigan all week … today it pounced bigtime, bringing with it beyond-brisk temps and even frost. As recently as Columbus Day, that feline was content to remain near a door wall or front door, just sleepily soaking up a sunbeam, but then … on Tuesday that fat cat was on the prowl and the weather starting going downhill ever since.
Before I left on my walk this morning, the weather report sounded dire and not too inviting to venture out … 32 degrees and a wind chill of 27. So, I dressed like it was late Fall – November maybe – and, when stepping outside, I saw my breath coming out in little wisps in front of my face.
I took the camera and headed to Wyandotte and the River, hoping to shoot a panorama of the colorful trees that are a backdrop to the marina, but the foliage is still green. The canopy of trees that line Emmons Boulevard were beautiful, however, and I got some photos there, along with shots of some spooky stuff in the neighborhood Halloween displays.
I passed by a few bicyclists, walkers and joggers, and then, several pooches, tethered to their masters or mistresses while going for their morning constitutional. I saw a Scotty dog with a tartan plaid felt jacket, and I was about to drag the camera out of the case, when its owner scooped him up and they disappeared into a waiting car.
Of course, the common thread of conversation by passersby on the Boulevard this Saturday morning was the weather, and the fact that last weekend we were enjoying temps in the 70s. While this morning was a rude awakening here in my neck of the woods, today brought a two-inch snowfall to Marquette in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula.
Conversations were fleeting since most people scurried along, eager to get their exercise done to get home and hunker down in front of the TV to watch the U of M/MSU game later this afternoon, or, perhaps they still needed to head to the store for something special for their significant other for Sweetest Day.
Though the temps were brisk, the day was beautiful, filled with a kaleidoscope of color as the leaves continue to slowly turn shades of crimson, copper and gold. The sun warmed me up nicely by the time I was nearly home, and I decided to take one more turn and head over to Memorial Park to extend my walk. Though I had things to do at home, all too soon those same trees will be bare, snow will blanket the sidewalks and the scenery will be blah and devoid of any color.
“Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn.” ~Elizabeth Lawrence
[Image by photographer Milada Vigerova at Unsplash]