Under a Strange Light

One of the interesting things about autumn in Central New York is how light plays in the evening. As I left work today, the sun was still bright as it began to set behind the cloud-filled sky. It shone a fairly diffuse, indirect light evenly blanketing the neighborhood in calming tones. The centerpiece of the front lawn is a tall oak, still filled with golden leaves even as all others have shed theirs. As the light came down and made its way through the branches, it was transformed into a strange yellow glow over everything.

It was kinda cool...