The nights are crisp, the days bright. A chill wind blows, tossing branches, bending dried grasses. Leaves, yellow, brown, orange, red, sail across our paths, blanket the trails, rustling as we walk through the heaps. The wind smells of spice, of warm wood, of ripe brown leaves. Eagles pipe overhead, riding the breeze. Late October on the island!
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Along the Myrt Thompson trail. Fallen leaves blow across the old pavement.
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Trail-side shrub.
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Frozen leaves on the Ripple Rock trail.
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Big-leaf maple leaves, Baikie Island.
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Sit and rest a while. Trail-side log, Baikie Island.
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Finales de octubre en la isla: las noches son frías, los días llenos de luz. Un viento fresco agita los árboles, inclina la hierba en el suelo. Hojas amarillas, rojas, anaranjadas, cafés, vuelan, cruzando nuestros senderos, apilándose contra la hierba, acobijando los caminos, haciendo un sonido crujiente mientras caminamos. El aire huele a especias, a madera recalentada, a hojas maduras. Las águilas chillan allá arriba, haciendo círculos, como flotando sobre la brisa.
Las fotos son de hojas en tres senderos: el camino Myrt Thompson, el sendero que va a Ripple Rock, y la isla Baikie.
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