Season schmeason.
You can save this one for autumn if you want but, for me, these soft fireworks work as a nice brain cleanser any time of year.
Seeing this sparkling display as wallpaper always instantly creates a little riddle posed to human nature by Mother Nature; how did this tree get so pretty? And why? (And why am I asking?)
It only takes a second or less to flash that thought and then a sort of calm flush of realizing that there's no riddle; it just exists. Nice.
Happily, the riddle pops to mind again every time. Each time -- again quite happily -- in that little instant the whole circuitry of my brain feels reset and realigned.
Thanks tree. This one is always in my 'podpaper stash.
This tree lives on an embankment at the Brewster North (a.k.a. Southeast), NY train station. It braves the trains and the artificial weather and the strange chemistry of the rail cut and comes out with a treat like this every year. If you want to see it like this in person, visit the east platform around the middle of October.
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