Autumn officially arrived many weeks ago, but the trees only recently began putting on their fall colors. This year’s display has been spectacular, with a vibrancy of hues we haven’t seen in several years.
Today, as I wake up to a rainy, cold Monday, I realize I’ve missed the peak opportunity for photographing this beauty. The leaves on the trees are looking a little ragged and worn; they’re dropping at a fast rate now, hugging the tree trunk, blanketing the still-green grass.You see, though I’ve enjoyed this seasonal show, I haven’t documented the changes as I normally would. Since my Dad’s death just a few weeks ago, I’ve been more introspective; I haven’t felt the urge to pick up my camera very often, but instead have spent time with images and memories of days past.And I’ve decided this is O.K. for now. It’s a time to be still, to quiet my mind, and to let creativity flow when it’s ready. For today…stepping outside, twirling briefly in the rain-soaked leaves, and breathing in the autumn air…it’s a start.