Showing posts with label PINE BARRENS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PINE BARRENS. Show all posts

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Fall Colors in the Pine Barrens

Most of the leaves are down. The brown and grey colors of winter now preside.


Fall has come and gone here in Sandy Land, but this
year I was able to get a few shots of its' fleeting glory.


I love the spots and patterns of mold or fungus on the dying leaves. 


The orangish brown oak leaves take on a richness against dense fog.


Notice the spots of white here on the red maple leaves.


The fleeting season offered me a grand finale in my own backyard.
I am glad I took some time to record the show.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

A Perfect Ride

This morning Betsy and I put Rudy and Rita into the trailer and went down to the forest to ride. Things just couldn't have been more perfect! There was a breeze that kept the bugs away and the temperature was most comfortable. There wasn't another soul around, so today we had the whole heavily forested area covering 1.1 million acres called the Pinelands National Reserve to ourselves. And that's just the way Rudy, Rita, Betsy and I like it! A great start to a season of rides in the NJ Pine Barrens.


Rita wasn't in the photo shoot mood. You can see she's pretty well shed out, with just a little fuzz still left on her belly.


Rudy and Betsy are the best buddies. I think Rudy sees her and our rides as just a great big treat event. I see he's licking his lips here in this shot.

Friday, November 14, 2008

More Fall Pictures

The bog at the end of my road looks serene any time of the year.


Some of Jerry's "Yard Art" watches over our property.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

FALL IN THE NJ PINES

Fall has finally come to Southern NJ. We just got our first real frost this past week. I'm not complaining. I held off turning on our heater as long as possible. Here are a few photos from around my neighborhood.

The blueberry bushes are now a red cranberry color.


Here some discarded boxes from picking time are piled up and forgotten in the field.

The dark cedar water reflects the varied colors of the season.