Remaining Yellows

On another cold, but not too windy, morning, I ventured out, hardy soul that I am. Just to the park around the corner. They call it Anthony Curro, but I can never remember its name and desperately want to call it Arlo Guthrie Park.

Actually, I was headed to the path beyond the park, but I never got there, for this little sight grabbed my attention.

I love it: tall yellow grasses behind a frosted fence. You can see the frost on the topside of the rails.

The park also has a few tamarack trees. They are unusual in the they are needle-leaved, like the conifers, but they turn colour and drop their leaves like their deciduous counterparts. That makes them deciduous conifers. Cool.

I thought it best to photograph one with a dark background so the yellow could stand out, but that is easier said than done, and one works with what is there. I accomplished it only in part in the above photo.