I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
Like Anne of Green Gables, I’m happy I live in a part of the world where there’s autumn. It never fails to inspire me. Amy has given us a wonderful opportunity to highlight the colors of autumn this week. So, after a search through my archives and my current files, I’d like to share my “bouquet of color” with you.
Even as summer flowers fade, I look ahead to autumn–a time of beginnings and endings: school, falling leaves, pumpkin flavored lattes, and crisp temperatures. I captured this lovely, but faded dahlia this week.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
― Albert Camus
One of our favorite spots in London is Kensington Gardens. Here, you can see people walking and running through a beautiful carpet of fallen leaves. I want to join them!
Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories
I agree with Truman Capote. Even as flowers fade and turn to seed, we can hear a whisper of spring. This image, captured on a walk in Holland, Michigan, reminds me of that.
At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cézanne
If autumn were a recipe, what would it be? A soup. A stew? It would definitely taste rich, earthy, complex, and buttery. And, it would have to include mushrooms!
Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn–that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness–that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.
― Jane Austen, Persuasion
This last image was shot on a walk in Hampstead Heath several autumns ago when the leaves were turning red, rust, and gold. Our friend took us to this wonderful spot which she has been visiting for decades. Her delight in this wonderful natural space was contagious, but then again, it is very easy to love.
Do you love autumn as much as I do? I hope you share your images with us this week for Amy’s beautiful, seasonal challenge featuring the “Colors of Autumn.” Be sure to visit her site and get inspired!
Last week, Ann-Christine delighted us with her artificial light challenge. She inspired me to go out and shoot more after dark. Your images were a delight and showed us the beauty and drama of “manufactured” light in scenes captured after the sun goes down.
Next week, Tina will lead us for LAPC #167, so be sure to stop by Travels and Trifles to see her inspiring images of places and things that have “Seen Better Days.” Until then, have a joyful and inspiring week, and please stay safe.