Sunday Photographer

I like Sundays. After Mass and the weekly adjusting of the world back into its proper place, there is plenty of time for piping and for fooling around with the camera (and, apropos to nothing, I had a lovely cup of coffee this afternoon too). About 4:00 I noticed the leaves of the birch tree in the front yard were well on their way to changing, so I tried to get a few pictures with the sun behind them. Never did get it quite right. . .so today the subject is birch trees, and the manner is quantity rather than quality.
Here is a birch leaf: And here is a tree. They tend to have a lot of leaves:

And, lo! we get a closer look at the branch on the tree, and the tree in the ground (and the green grass grew all around, all around, and the green grass grew all around. . .)

The sun, and the contrast it made, lighting up the edges of the leaves was much more in evidence than the forgoing pictures suggest; below, I managed to sneak a piece of setting sun in, but it ungratefully made a blue spot appear on the finished picture:

And, finally, some leaves which had turned, and which looked mighty nice against the white trunk of the tree: