You Can't Beat Experience
Fall in Michigan. You can't capture it in pictures, and at my age you'd think I'd know that.
In Alaska we took many, many photos, and nothing we got comes close to what it was like to be there. Grand Canyon: Ditto. Europe: Yup. Waterfalls in Minnesota: Same. And so on. So why am I compelled to take photos on my daily walks around my own property? Dunno.
Pictures don't come close to revealing what it feels like to be in a beautiful place. They're flat. They're limited in scope. The colors don't reach out and grab the viewer. For example, the picture below, looking south,
We still try.
These views--these trees, plants, clouds, and critters (the geese below complained about my presence the whole way one day this week)--have protected my sanity in dark times and added to my joy in good ones.
Pictures don't do justice to fall in Michigan, but a girl has to try sometimes.
|Love this tree that's just barely decided it's time.|