Here’s something we don’t get as much of in the west, at least not in the desserts of Arizona: fall colors.
Every day, on my morning walk, I notice a little more color in the leaves (and my iPhone is always with me to capture the moment!). It feels like fall even in the middle of the concrete jungle known as Washington DC. Actually, the city is quite beautiful. And, as verified by the crispness of the morning air, it seems that fall is here at last.
16th street and U, NW
17th street – halfway to work
Leaves, mid change. Just outside of the apartment on Kalarama and 16th.
the leaves of the East Coast are gorgeous.