{"id":2355,"date":"2011-11-06T06:12:34","date_gmt":"2011-11-06T11:12:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/p4td.lightshedder.com\/2011\/11\/06\/1162011-november-light-on-oak-leaves-happy-sunday\/"},"modified":"2011-11-06T06:18:12","modified_gmt":"2011-11-06T11:18:12","slug":"1162011-november-light-on-oak-leaves-happy-sunday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/psnp.info\/p4td_\/?p=2355","title":{"rendered":"11\/6\/2011: November Light on Oak Leaves, Happy Sunday!"},"content":{"rendered":"

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It is November. In Southern Maine the show of fall maples is long past. People have raked their yards and bagged the leaves, and hopefully they are their way to some composting center. Now we wait for snow. <\/p>\n

But there is still a show in town. This is the season of November light and oak leaves. The oaks are slow to turn, tenacious on the trees, and the reds are muted, but before they turn brown (often still on the tree) they go through red to bronze to copper and, when the clear low sun of November lights them, they are, in their own way, as much a wonder as any maple ever hoped to be. <\/p>\n

Where they fall in water, the water steeps the tannin out. The leaves go yellow and the water turns tea brown\u2026a rich brew that makes still waters in November highly reflective. Where the leaves lie on the surface they make patterns on a reflected sky.<\/p>\n

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I especially love the way the light passes through the oak leaves, revealing an inner life, an inner fire, even at the end.<\/p>\n

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And sometimes you find one almost edge on to the sun, with light on both sides, illuminating unsuspected contours.<\/p>\n

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November light on oak leaves. <\/p>\n

Canon SX40HS. All of these are medium to long zoom shots, to frame the leaves against an out of focus background, in Program with iContrast. ISOs range is from 125 on the lighter leaves to 320 on the last dark leaf, but with the Canon I just let it do its own exposure thing. Processed in Lightroom for Intensity and Sharpness.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t think there is much more to say for the Sunday thought. Except maybe: I hope when I am near my end, to be as tenacious as the oak leaves, and that a light as clear as November will be as revealing of my inner life\u2026my inner fire\u2026as this. <\/p>\n

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