The most pleasant thing is to catch the colors of the outgoing autumn in the lens. The weather turned out to be great on the weekend, and it would be a sin not to take advantage of it. I went to the city lake, named Komsomolsky in Soviet times. Photographed trees in the park, the water surface, landscapes, birds… There were many trees with already fallen leaves. After passing the alley, I went to the coastal strip and saw a golden fire on the very shore of the lake in the rays of the setting sun. It turned out to be a young oak, all covered with bright yellow foliage.