This Japanese maple (Acer palmatum) put on an unbelievable color show today...just in time for Halloween.
It looked like it was on fire!
I hope everyone has a great Halloween! I love this Holiday...especially people running around in their costumes.
...and although I am typically terrible at recalling birthdays, since John was born on Halloween I usually remember...and this picture was also in the box full that my Mom sent up recently.
Dogs have it figured out. Tucker spend the entire afternoon in the sunlight baking and napping away. He got up for dinner. Then I took both dogs for a walk and he napped again. I really think that things are pretty darn good in his world.
Fall continues to be spectacular. Here is a shot from under a sugar maple. It has been so pretty that even our hot water heater giving up the ghost wasn't too worrisome in the big scheme of things. Got a new more efficient one today and the plumbers were nice guys and only charged us the weekday rate and not the emergency weekend rate. That is deserving of a post on its own!
Ok, I will be the first to admit it. I have kind of a strange sense of humor. One friend described it as an ultimate fighting bout between Monty Python and Tim Burton...with no winners...only losers.
Regardless :-) both of these images made me laugh again when I posted them. If you laugh it is a sure sign that you are off to!
Christine's folks were up to visit and I had a chance to get a few pictures while we wondered around the Apple festival in downtown Waynesville. It was a gorgeous fall day.
I have always loved this metal sculpture of a flower. The flower is about 4 ft across and the stem is about 16-20 ft of twisted metal.
The tracks.

I was driving on the Interstate this weekend and suddenly the sun disappeared when the shadow passed, I realized that our Honda Civic had experienced a total recreational eclipse. Look closely...Mega luxury motorhome with a Harley mounted on the rear towing a Hummer. Folks it doesn't get much more American than this!
Two cold nights in a row here in the Mountains. Both days there was a frost warning, but the low was expected to be 31 or 30 F. Instead it got down to 26 early Saturday morning and 23 early Sunday morning. However the temperatures get up to a mild 65 by the afternoon...making for more of that perfect October weather.
Well, I guess boys will be boys and play with their toys for far too long, but make no mistake about it this guy is not your run of the mill dictator. Based on everything I have read he is a certifiably insane megalomaniac.
Summer is fading fast around here, but there are still a few reminders left. The Dahlias continue to sing...apparently unaware of the weather fast approaching.
There also are quite a few insects left around that just fascinate me. This Katydid (Amblycorypha oblongifolia ....I think) was hanging out looking enough like a leaf to attract my attention.
It has been an interesting week at work...and not really the good kind of interesting. It reminded me of a quote I had seen somewhere and written down:
Then I went outside and I remembered why I like my job. I get paid to teach others about plants. Just look at these pictures, conveying the science behind these creatures is pleasurable. Most plants are outside. Most plants are fantastic. Plants don't talk. Plants just grow.
...and at certain times of year perform wonderful magic. In the fall if I close my eyes and listen to the dry leaves blowing around I am 38, 29, 22, 18, 12, and finally 8 again...riding my bike down that dusty dirt road wind at my back, unzippered nylon windbreaker flapping in the wind, suede hushpuppies pumping the pedals, and dog named Blue running along side.
This little friend was watching me have my coffee from the deck. When I cropped the picture (and zoomed in) I realized he was having his breakfast as well.
Guitarist at the local coffee house lost in his own world.
Jim and Sylvi, friends of mine enjoying the band on their anniversiary.
Finally, Bear has been left out of the blog too much lately. I recently showed a picture of how Tucker lovingly plays with his stuffed toys treating them like little puppies. Bear on the other hand treats them like he would any rodent he catches.
It rained heavily last night, but the dogs were up at 7:00 am and so was I. We had about a half hour for our walk prior to the rain starting up again. The break provided some really nice morning light. I have lived a lot of cool places (and some not so cool ones...extended college life has a way of exposing one to the dark side of housing), but the view here may just be the best yet.
This little guy has the common name of green stink bug which is totally unfair. The scientific name is Nezara viridula. The bug was well camouflaged against the Tulip poplar leaf.
Some early morning fall color.
The corn was harvested last week and in the morning light the stalk residue was a rich gold color.
By the time we returned the rain had started again.
You can tell that Christine waxes her car regulary :-)
This morning I participated in Clean Sweep. Haywood County has an interesting watershed. No water flows into it via stream and everything leaving the county exits only via the Pigeon River.
I took this shot after Christine and I got back from a late coffee and early lunch at Panacea. I just took it from the car window. I liked the angles.
OK, well Stain Boy can't be described as super in any sense of the word. I know we have some real comic book afficionados in this blog circle. I just finished a quirky little book by Tim Burton. The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy & Other Stories is a collection of odd tales told in verse and includes great characters like Mummy Boy, VooDoo Girl, Anchor Baby, and of course Stain Boy.
I took some time on Sunday to get some shots around town that I had been wanting to capture for a few weeks. This is the old drive-in. I would love to find a shot of it in operation to post a comparison.
This is what I think was a furniture factory in better days. It sets on the edge of one of the main entrances to town right next to a Vet's office. Makes me wonder what a hub of activity it must have been at one time.
Plants, weather, vandalism, and time are slowly reclaiming it now.
Too bad someone didn't find a better use for it prior to it reaching this state of disrepair.
Finally, the few remaining Tobacco growers in the area began harvesting. This Burley was cut by one worker and then speared on the stake by a second worker. I am told that the correct term is that the worker "spuds" the plant on the stick. I am not a huge tobacco fan, but my grandfather grew it and so I enjoy seeing it around.