In my Seester's yard, in a small garden surrounded by a white picket fence, lives a little persimmon tree.
Each autumn, the leaves of the little persimmon tree turn beautiful shades of orange and gold, just as it's fruit begins to ripen to a glorious shade of orange-red.
Today I stood under the little persimmon tree and tried to capture a measure of it's beauty against the clear, blue, November sky.
I tried...
...and I tried...
...and I tried.
But my camera and I could not do justice to the sheer lusciousness...
...of the colors which surrounded us.
We tried shooting a single persimmon with the telephoto lens.
And we tried to capture the perfection of a matched pair, close up.
We photographed a persimmon which reminded us of a certain someone we love.
She, with the beauty mark on her lovely face (which we call her polka-dot).
We got just a little spooked to see a ghostie-looking shadow in the background of one of our photographs.
But, in sunshine or shadow, ...
...the tree was so glorious we finally ceased trying to capture it's beauty.
We took a long last look...
...and simply bowed our heads in gratitude to God.
For the little persimmon tree...
...and for the Seester who cares for it.