Took the day off Friday to go driving. Made it out to a spot near where I grew up – right on the niagara escarpment where the trees are their autumn peak right now, and from where you can see the sky line of Toronto.
It’s a gorgeous spot. We used to visit it as kids just to romp over the unsual exposed clay hills, and have our sunday school easter sunrise services there. The same clay is all over the region, spawning a brick works not too far away (now defunct) and even on the house where I grew up, if you dug far enough down – for a well, for instance – you’d get a river of oozing clay that, you could walk in in your brand new clothes, and fall in and get covered in red clay, and then realize what you’d done, have your brother hose you off outside before mom could see what you’d done.
Of course, since I lived there, this remote spot has suddenly become very well known, attracting tourists from all over. So on this day, before the sun had even risen, I was joined by 3 photographers.
But seriously, I can’t think of anywhere in the world that could be more beautiful than this area in the fall. Our house was on a hill overlooking the credit river valley, and up into the escarpment.