A week or more of rain saturated the ground. Huge puddles formed in what are normally fields of grass. Like mirrors they reflected the distant trees, the clouds and the sky, as the weather began to clear.
It is almost the end of Summer and everything is still green. Only the Sycamores and Oaks have begun to turn yellow. The creek has a mirror surface this morning. Everything is still. The only movement is the mist on the water's surface.
The changing of the seasons marks the passage of time. Autumn is beautiful in Pennsylvania. The leaves have turned and the warm afternoon sky is brilliant blue with huge puffy clouds that cast shadows on the hilly landscape.
The morning is hazy and warm. The sun has not cleared the trees to the east. The field of long grass remains in shadow all the way down to the treeline at the creek, it's color is a cool minty green, covered in the morning dew.
In August the woods is all green. The rich purple soil of the forest floor is covered in deep green foliage that clusters around a fallen log. The moss is a different green, glowing chartreuse in a beam of sunlight.
The corn looks dry and parched, even though the early morning air is damp. It will be time to harvest soon. A few rays of sunlight break through the clouds that exaggerate the texture of the rows of corn.
The sun darts in and out of a cloudy sky as it crests the big hill. Standing in a hedgerow of thistles and draped in vines, a young Birch tree is suddenly illuminated, but only for a moment, as the sun disappears behind a cloud.
A blanket of ground fog is visible in the distant low area, warmed by the sun. It will disappear soon. The air is chilled this morning, and the light strong on the corn standing ready for harvest. The edge glows gold in the brilliant light.