The temperature may have dropped in Tokyo, but the autumn leaves have yet to arrive. I am not complaining, I am immensely thankful for the cool weather that I have breezing in through my windows. I am, however, anticipating the changing leaves. Those colors that dance on my lens as the long rays of autumn light struggle to reach earth.
Today I kept my eye peeled for any signs of the changing leaves to come. Have the tips of any leaves started to morph into those autumn hues? Not yet. They will come soon enough. In the meantime I found a bush of these flowers tucked behind a huge hydrangea bush at a small buddhist temple. They are just a taste of the colors that are to come. I give thanks for all the bursting colors of summer that are still hanging on into autumn.