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.