This sign of the shift.
From autumn to winter.
The calendar claims it’s autumn, but the days are so short, and the wind has taken all the colour off the trees. Winter coats, hauled out from basements dark and dry, along with mittens red and striped and warm and made-by-hand – these are the necessary things, the new uniform of life as we prepare for the shift. As we ready ourselves. For we are entering the winter-time.
But, not yet. Not quite. It’s still just a hint. A flirt. A come hither look from winter.
For autumn lingers. Faded leaves litter the streets. The earth still warm enough to melt the morning’s frost; the sky not cold enough to let the season’s first perfect flakes of snow last for long.
But, soon, autumn will kiss winter on the cheek and say good bye. Leaving us behind. To dance with this new partner.
For now, it is the in-between time, when the two seasons walk down the street together, frost and leaf, hand in hand, leaving a trail of signs of the change that is to come.
There’s nothing like a new day, and a change of scene, to break out of a creative block. Not to mention being surrounded by beauty.
Spent the weekend at a friend’s gorgeous, gorgeous farm, soaking up the fresh air, and the view, and the light. Nourishment for body and soul.
This photograph was taken just as the sun was rising over the barn.
And, just before it slipped in behind the clouds.
What a beautiful moment in time.
A sense of stillness in the midst of constant change.
And, I am reminded how much I love the light, and photography, and that there’s nothing like the start of a new day.
I love the way the gentle morning light flows across the dark lines of the wooden decking. And, I love the chaos of colour and leaves framed within. Oh, yes, and the little footprint left by my canine pal, imprinted in the last lingering frost of the morning.
Small portraits of a November morning in the back garden.
A solitary autumn leaf…
lies still on a wide open deck…
Bejeweled with droplets of dew.
The morning sun cracks open the day…
Subtle beauty, transformed…
Into a poem, ethereal.
30 Shots, One Leaf – is the story that flows out of Kat Sloma’s photography assignment, for her course, Find Your Eye, Journey of Inspiration. Kat asks us to select a subject, and take 30 shots of it, from multiple perspectives, to discover and play with Point of View.
Shots two, three and four are photographs I would have taken. Shots one, five and six – are the ones I reached for – pushing my range of photography. (All of the shots are straight out of the camera, for the purpose of the story.)
Thanks, Kat. What a wonderful learning experience…another wonderful learning experience from your course..
On the morning after the clocks turned back.
An aging urn holds springtime pansies.
Imagine, they’ve lasted this long.
April to November.
And, still, they hang on.
in the November morning sun.
Delicate beauty nestled in
Two forms of strength,
Enduring and resilient.
Side by side.
On a November morning.