There is a really special time of year around here where the weather begins to cool and the trees are cued to start to turn and prepare for their winter sleep. We always have a few weeks of a second summer – it gets cold and then we hit a week of gorgeous summer weather. This halts the leaves and it’s like they wait for that time to pass so they can explode into rich, glowing reds, oranges, yellows at every depth and brightness.
It’s the moment before everything begins to hunker down for the winter. I love it more than any other time of year.
A favourite of mine. It always makes me feel so peaceful, getting to witness nature work her magic turning summer into fall.
I came upon some photos I took last fall. I don’t remember the colours being so vibrant but wow, I’m glad I didn’t delete this folder without flipping through the files first. 🙂
…and then there’s the lake……
These all bring on a feeling of silence and peace; just the wind in the trees and the soft lapping water as the gentle tide pulls the waterline back from the land.
Here, I could stay forever. Aren’t photos incredible? The moment of the memory captured with the image. Pure magic.
A little digital magic makes the scene dance with light. Fun ways to spend a few minutes making something no one has ever seen.
I wish I could project my words this way, visual to anyone who wanted to see. Photos are another form of words I suppose. There is something wonderful about everyone being able to interpret what the see without my own thoughts and emotions clouding or guiding their own.
I love the old barns around here (everywhere). It always kills me a little inside when someone new moves in and they burn or tear down one of these beauties. Worse than that, is the people who paint them an odd colour to match their house. It’s called Barn Red for a reason.
The specific colour is actually more expensive than other shades and these things are huge so it’s not an inexpensive venture, painting one of these, but I don’t know why you ever would.
Reading between the lines, to me, does not mean seeking alternate motives between the obvious. Here, in this photo, reading between the lines is having a chance to notice the beauty in every layer. The leaves are nice, the trees are strong, but there are a million little motions and intentions at play in a single moment in time. I have no idea what is behind each of these things, but I can stop, capture and lose myself in the loveliness of the everything.
Everything counts. Everything.
Sometimes, I try to stop and find the most simple thing I can and then lose myself in it…the beauty of it without all the complicated mess of camera settings and shutter speeds. I just hold the camera to my eye and let it do it’s job without my interference. The photos don’t always turn out perfect, but in that itself…the kinda do.
One single moment in time, captured and shared. This is why I love what I do here.
A wonderful few moments of sunshine through my lens. (My second eyes).
Lake shots are early morning, barely edited for shadow only, taken with my Canon. The other two are on my deck as the sun set last night with my phone.
Beautiful is everywhere these days.