I went hiking this weekend, in the hopes of finding a bit of local fall color, although it was pretty late in the season. It seems like all of the leaves in my neighborhood have fallen, except for the ones on the trees in my yard. I think they are waiting until after the city has finished their final leaf pick-up for the year and the snow plows are out on the roads. There's nothing like shoveling freshly fallen snow and leaves at the same time.
It was a beautiful sunny day, though and I enjoyed myself. I didn't locate any "grand vistas" but by taking my time and looking beyond the obvious, I saw some fascinating sights.
For the last week I've been working on a photo project involving prime numbers, specifically the numbers 17 and 19. I've been borrowing sports jerseys from neighbors, making a nuisance of myself in the aisles of Home Depot and taking my camera with me to bowling. Basically, I'm participating in a weird numerical scavenger hunt. It took an even stranger turn when I located a stash of hockey bobble heads. Luckily for me there was a #17--Brett Hull and a #19--Steve Yzerman. The craziness began while trying to decide where to photograph them. It seemed to me the only place to photograph hockey players was on the ice. Since the only ice I could find was in the freezer, you'll understand why Brett is eyeing a giant stack of ice cube trays and Stevie is next to a tower of frozen bacon.
