The sights around me are almost more than my cones can take. The brilliance of the yellows and oranges this year is breathtaking. The varying shades, colors and textures in each individual tree are amazing. I feel like I have to look so closely at everything to make sure it's not a painting. You know, like those intricately woven beauties from pointillism . The ones that captivate me at art museums wondering how they were done. Here are a few examples of the texture of our fall.