This morning I repeated my efforts and found some lovely shapes and spots of color which are posted below. I pondered how pretty a few red leaves or berries are at this time of year in contrast to summertime when they are swallowed up in an abundance of bright colors. I noticed the intriguing shapes of naked trees and found abandoned nests on barren branches. I observed that dead leaves and weeds are not just brown and beige but many variations of such.
A memory involving Mozart surfaced. After I received my undergraduate degree I took a graduate level class about Classical music. I anticipated that I would have to listen to many Mozart compositions and be able to identify them by ear. That was going to be very difficult as I believed they all sounded similar--how would I be able to tell them apart? I was relieved and pleased to discover that as I listened to my assignments my ears began to distinguish many differences in Mozart's works. It was a bit like my experience with color on the parkway. Once the rich, lush sounds and textures of late Romantic music were gone I began to focus on the more limited palette of Classical music and found many variations therein. It was a rich experience.