How can anyone ignore the colors of autumn at their peak? My first memorable day in Brighton happened October 16, 1974, 36 years ago. I was executive director of Michigan Artrain then. It was a touring art exhibit inside a real 720 foot 6-car train. We held Brighton’s opening ceremony on that day on the Main Street siding. I remember bright gold trees beside the tent as Helen Milliken, Artrain’s Chairperson, and Tom Sharp, a long time Brighton legislator, gave their speeches. I don’t remember anything Tom said — although I should since I wrote his speech :-) — but I remember the trees.
Ever since, I think of October 16th as the day fall color is at its peak in this region. During days to come, I’ll post photographs of plant life I’ve photographed strictly for their dramatic autumn color and patterns. Today, it’s bittersweet. Not the mood, the plant; but all autumns are bittersweet because winter follows.
A brilliant stab of memory. There is nothing as glorious as Michigan autumn. Can’t wait to see the rest!
That is a wonderful plant. Our west coast autumns just don’t stand comparison with the eastern ones. Although, if you look closer there is much to delight the eye, you just don’t get those sheets of colour wrapping the landscape. You are lucky to be close to that.