the wearhouse district

I find autumn such an interesting season. Of course, my love for basic-bitch activities, like sipping PSLs while riding on a hay-filled tractor as you barrel through an orchard grabbing apples from trees and pumpkins from patches after hiking up the side of a leaf-covered mountain , definitely plays a roll in my fondness of the season. But, there's an interesting evolution of fall that really intrigues me.   In spring we watch the flowers bloom. In summer we see the days grow longer. In winter the snow piles up. But in autumn theres a longer, more dramatic process. After the leaves turn, they fall to the ground. The trees are left bare, like a dendrologic skeleton. It's as if the color of the skyline is erased or explodes. And even if the temperature doesn't actually change, the world still seems a bit colder. I've always visualized Autumn as the only season with two parts. Autumn Volume I: where the leaves glow with color; and Autumn Volume II: where the...