When I stepped outside to take Pepper for his morning constitutional, the early crispness in the air beckoned me to explore the colors of autumn with my camera. After coffee and a breakfast of zucchini bread and bacon, I headed out with my camera to the various forest preserves and parks along the nearest portion of the Kishwaukee River: Blackhawk, Espenscheid, and Bauman Park.
The bridge over the Kishwaukee River in Blackhawk Forest Preserve made me realize that the colors are just starting to appear in most of the trees, but it seems that most of the Aspen trees have started dropping their leaves without changing color.
As I walked along, I found bees working hard to collect the nectar of fall blossoms.
The receding banks of the river exposed intricate, twisting root structures.
On July 4th, we had gathered as a family to picnick in the park and waiting for the fireworks display. We walked our dog, Pepper, down to these rock on the banks of the Kishwaukee River, and he splashed in water that was at least a foot deep. Now the river has receded, and I was able to walk out to the middle of the river bed and along the sandbar.
Wildflowers, or weeds, had blossomed in the damp, exposed river bed;
and evidence of the ducks and geese littered the waterless riverbed.