First day of fall. Sure enough, the air warmed up by several degrees. When I went for a walk with Marilyn of the Vision Book 365 project in the Pacheco Valley in Novato, the gold-infused light of fall seemed to warm up every square inch of earth exposed to it with a new, almost ferocious, force. We stayed om the cooler side by walking under the canopies of oaks, still bedecked in green leaves, and the filigreed cover of liquidambars with a good number of leaves that were blushing at the edges.
Though daylight is bound to become a precious commodity with the advance of fall into winter, the intensity and angle of the afternoon sun slicing through the ridges will have a way of dazzling as it will get more adept at piling on new hues over the old landscape.