The colours of autumn have descended on the city, colouring the deciduous trees brilliant hues of yellow, red, and brown, which set against the more subtle changes of the evergreen natives, gives the city an incredible, vibrant feel.
It’s rained on a few nights the past week, and the moisture on the dead and dying leaves caused the colours to glow ever stronger in the clear air. There have been a few fogs in the past weeks, and I’m hopeful of more, as these fogs are not those that roll in from the sea, but rather an odd chemical reaction where in the cold of dawn, the chilled air against the warm moist earth draws moisture from the soil. I experienced these types of fogs growing up on the farm, and there’s a strange comfort in witnessing them again. Moreover, there are some wonderful photo opportunities to be had on the slopes of Mount Ainslie, should the fog hold long enough for me to get up there with camera and tripod.
The days are still clear, for the most part anyway, however the air has begun to carry a chill that lasts beyond the pre-dawn freeze that arrives ahead of sunrise. Now, the cold is lasting well into the middle of the day, giving us only a handful of hours where the temperature is at a comfortable level. I like the cold, personally, as it keeps you alert and active. Rain and wind on the other hand, are not friends of mine.