Happily I have an entry-level, you'll pardon the expression, "garden variety" editing function that is part of the photography processing and storage program I use.
Today I am ignoring nature and technology both, to post The Rare Un-edited.
Because it had been so beautiful yesterday morning, I had my camera in hand as the sun rose. There were gray low lying clouds waiting in place along the horizon. As I watched, the light went all to pinks and purples. This is what it looked like gazing East this morning from my top deck. Unedited.
|Autumn, you are one dramatic sonofabitch|
It isn't even the plants. The more I learn, the more I realize: a lot of my plants choices here have been spectacularly poor. Much of my gardening success has been luck of the draw and I'm looking to change that. I'm working to get these spaces (re)populated with plants that theoretically would be growing here anyway. I do have a certain look I'm aiming towards, one I find pleasing. But any "plants and planting" motivation is seasonal, at best.
What is at the center of why I so deeply appreciate and avidly pursue gardening? Gardening gets me outside and gives me things to do there that keep me outside. The approach I take requires some constant level of my attention to be focused on everything going on outside of our house, from curb to shining curb.
"Everything" of course, including the skies this morning. Which I am taking another cup of coffee outside right this minute, to sit and stare at some more.