Autumn is poignant with change and the final stages of plant life as winter approaches. Even with climate change and milder autumns and winters, the magic of the seasons continues.
I once lived in a land where there were no seasons, just climate. There was summer climate (hot, blazing) and winter climate (mild) and very little rain; I lived ten years in the Arizona desert. I prefer the real winter and real seasons of Ontario.
When the first frost comes the air is crisper, the light softer, and coffee tastes better. Buffleheads have returned to the harbour. A few tenacious birch and maple leaves are hanging on, in yellow and red defiance of the season, but soon they too must have their winter sleep.
Taken with Nikon D200 and Micro-Nikkor 55mm f/2.8 lens.