Seen from Mount Washington.
No tree celebrates fall more enthusiastically than Liquidambar styraciflua, the North American sweetgum. Pittsburgh is a little north of its native range, but it has been adopted everywhere as a favorite urban planting. In the fall, its leaves turn every color of which autumn leaves are capable, all on the same tree—from bright yellow to the deepest eggplant purple.
Every graveyard needs a tree like this.
No one seems to know who the sculptor was, but this 1890 portrait of mourning and consolation is one of the best things in the cemetery. The leaves help, of course.
Now Brush Creek Salem United Church of Christ, this beautiful and stately building is nearly 200 years old: it was built somewhere around the years 1816-1820, serving the colonial-era community of Brush Creek outside Irwin. The adjacent Brush Creek Cemetery has marked burials going back to the 1700s, with some extraordinary works of folk art among the tombstones.
These three maidens by Edmond Amateis originally stood in the walled garden on the Mellon estate, now Mellon Park, where Mr. Amateis also designed the fountain. They left empty niches behind them, but they have been happy here in Phipps for years, where they are a charming feature of the Broderie.