Some people might just see dead things. I don’t. I see shapes and color and curves of autumn. I see a sleepy time, hibernation, and soon, the advent of rejuvenation. I see a richness of texture and depth of color, curves and lines. I see the shadow of a curled, brittle leaf. I see life that has run its fruitful course. I see families, I see teams, I see closeness, I see huddles. I see sleep, and napping on a cold autumn morning. Do you see just a bunch of dead leaves or do you see possibilities?
I don’t have a fondness for defacements such as this on trees or otherwise in nature. But as a photographer, and as a writer, I am an observer. As a photographer I play witness and I document what I see. I try very hard not to disturb the environments I photograph. I walk carefully and I don’t remove parts of nature, leaves, roots, or otherwise, that might make the photograph less appeal. I photograph nature and the environment as I see it, not disturbed by my human hand, if at all possible. Mindful, is always a word I try to keep at the forefront of my thoughts as I photograph, whether it be in an urban setting where people are gathered or in a wooded, natural landscape.
This is the color and image I envision when I think of autumn. Golds, oranges, maybe some hints of red. Early morning dew, maybe a light rain.