Something beautiful is a self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of the year.
Autumn. The Cincinnati area is aglow with hardwood golds, but I miss the vermillion canopies of the northern sugar maple groves. I have no bond with the blue-based reds of the fire engine. But the intense warmth of the orange that tips ever so gingerly into cinnabar—that is love for me.
David Yashimoto’s photo of sugar maples at their peak, for me, perfectly captures the last hurrah of autumn. The warm path into winter. A beautiful farewell to our living year as it passes into hybernation.