From a walk up Marquam Hill, some glistening mushrooms.
The same walk, a web so finely woven that it held dewdrops .
A fat spider in my back garden.
A fiery Japanese maple in Ladd's Addition.
The Meyer lemon, inside for the winter. Some of the fruit looks perfect, but should I harvest it?
Danish squash from the garden.
Late afternoon sunlight through the Karl Foerster feather reed grasses. I can't clean up the spent sunflowers yet: gold finches and chickadees are coming daily to eat the ripe seeds.
A juvenile Japanese maple I rescued as a seedling, sporting its fall foliage.
My dwarf pomegranite, with bright golden leaves.
Once I get over mourning summer, I see how beautiful autumn can be.