Golden Fall

Two years ago around this time, I drove across four New England states searching for fall foliage. Red was the colour I was looking for. It may surprise you, we don’t have red here in Alberta, no real Maples here. We might have some red from certain trees or shrubs, but not on a large scale as in Eastern Canada.

But what we have is gold, different shades of gold. Red can make the landscape more adorable, but gold is purity. Here’s the scenery in the past two days by the Bow River in my usual birding sites:

The Bow

Trees by the Bow

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The scenes of a golden fall near the Pond, where layers of autumn foliage and evergreens make up the ripples of a boreal forest:

Golden fall


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Even the path under my feet is golden:

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I know, nothing gold can stay. Even as I type, a Winter Storm Warning is in effect. We’ll have snow overnight, and “Hazardous winter conditions are expected”.  So when this post is up on Monday, all the gold will likely be white, which makes these photos all the more precious. They could be the last of the fall memories of 2017.

But then again, if we can have winter in the fall, we can have summer in December. At least, that’s what I’m dreaming of…


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Saturday Snapshot May 31: After the Rain

Ever since I first read Annie Dillard, I’d wanted to see Puget Sound. But after all these years, I’ve been firmly rooted in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains in Alberta. My neck of the woods is a boreal forest. So, I’m more at home with spruce trees than sandy beaches. Puget Sound will have to remain on my bucket list.

All through winter, spruce and pines are sustenance, the bulwark and shelter for birds and small creatures that stay behind, and me.

After two days of spring rain, I ventured out just when it broke clear slightly, and was mesmerized by the greens. From among the hardy spruce, the aspens burst out to embrace spring.


Walking into the green Ripple Effects



The tall, slender trunks, each a natural canvas




Colours and textures wrapped around


Nature's canvas


and moss as paints.


Moss on branch


Moss on tree stump


Nature’s artwork

Moss on tree trunk


Moss or fungus? No matter. Here’s life

Moss, Fungi, or Ivory?


Monet in Nature



And I couldn’t resist the capture, even though just a common sparrow, obscure, blocked by a branch:



Nature’s Artist at work in Annie Dillard’s Puget Sound as well as my Boreal Forest. Her descriptions are strikingly close to what I had experienced.

“I see a hundred insects moving across the air, rising and falling. Chipped notes of birdsong descend from the trees, tuneful and broken; the notes pile about me like leaves.”


Despite geographical distances and variance in environs, her words resonate:

“Time and space are in touch with the Absolute at base.”

– Annie Dillard, Holy The Firm


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 Photos in this post taken by Arti of Ripple Effects

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Greening of a Calgary Street

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He could have said
Let there be life
As in the beginning
But He made me wait.
For three months
I went back to the same spot
and watched
green bursting out from bare branches
fighting storms and snow
into full bloom.


I had waited before
Nine years, nine months
He could have said
Let there be…
But He had made me wait
and watch
like time-lapse photography
the gestation of a miracle.
He could have just said,
But He made me wait
and watch.


Pictures and poem by Arti of Ripple Effects, June 2010.  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.