October 30

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Maple.

This, too, is a maple.  When I was growing up, we called the maples with the dark purple leaves "Norway maples."  I've since been told that's not correct, so I don't know what they're called.

They usually just turn brown in the autumn.  I liked the orange dots on this leaf.....

And with the saturation pushed..........

I went downtown to eat lunch with my buddy K.  We had a nice lunch and a good chat.


Walking home.  Roses by the library parking lot.

Same parking-lot garden.  Rose hips.

Another rose.

Petunias.

This lot is two short blocks from my old house, where Kingley bends 90 degrees to the south and turns into First St.  There was an old beat-up house here, when I lived nearby.  It burned, and eventually was torn down.  Now there is a rain garden (to hold rainwater for absorption rather than runoff), and a sculpture garden.

I don't know what kind of fish these are.  Perch, maybe?

They are big.  I can't reach the top of the largest one, and this smaller one is at least as tall as I am.

Hooray for public art!



Maple, in the grass.

Barberry, in front of arbor vitae.

Maple.

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