“Rising and Falling”
“And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?”
― Mervyn Peake
As the weather continues dull and cool, I’m finding a few are pockets of light and colour. Here, the mix of beech and bright yellow maple rise on the hillside like flames, flames that have no heat to warm the chilly air, like the “burning tears” of the quote above. Among this carnival of colours, leaves continued to float to the ground, in the rising winds. A rising and falling of leaves, of temperatures, of light. The marvelous variability of autumn, all in one place.
It’s moments like this where I really appreciate the beautiful landscape I am so blessed to be living in and and the ability to bring some of that beauty with me in photos. Words often fail me, yet the images speak for themselves.
As a mentioned in a previous post, the “Shift to Shiver” documented here continues and soon enough, the images will be filled with snow covered branches, but not just yet.
Tamron SP AF 90mm f/2.8 Di Macro 1:1 (272ENII)@90mm
1/4 sec, f/32.0, ISO 400