The cold sun in the sky and afternoon shadows herald a chilly night. Snow coming soon.
I don’t get the sun’s rays or star by using a special filter. I use just a skylight filter to protect my lens and not on every lens, either. I can get the star effect by angling the camera when the sun is in front of me. I have to twiddle with the position of the camera until I see the star and then shoot. It’s not a special effect, just optics.
Afternoon sun casts long shadows. A random leaf drifts to the already covered deck.
It’s a cold sun in the November sky. The branches are bare now. Even the late-clinging oak leaves are gone. Winter is coming – and our oil tank is empty. No hot water, no heat and the temperature is dropping.
What happened to the delivery? This is the first time in 13 years we’ve been missed. Sigh. It’s always something. Got to get the truck here to fill us! And prime the boiler too. Another sigh.
It was raining this morning, though for a couple of minutes, the sun appeared then ducked back behind the gray cloud cover. I think the sun was slightly embarrassed to show up unannounced during our annual week of rain, guaranteed to ruin the colors of the trees.
I could hardly disagree with the sun on that score. He had been bright and beautiful all through September and into the beginning of October. Then, he had vanished and let the rain take over, exactly when we most needed his shining face. If I were he, I too would be embarrassed. Bad sun, ruining our autumn.
I took my camera and shot a lot of pictures, dancing between the raindrops. Pretty pictures, though you can already see how much duller the colors are than they were just a few days ago, before the rain began. Of almost 400 frames, 350 of them are so similar no one but me (I’m not even sure of me) could tell them apart. But they exist, so when I need an autumn fix, I can dip into the files and find new stuff to mess around with. It helps when winter is hard on us, the world is cold, white and monochromatic.
Like dirty feet on clean sheets, the dark clouds rolled in, occluding the sun, turning the sunny day gray and dismal.
“There goes Autumn,” said Maggie, looking up. “And the wind’s picking up too.”
Her companion nodded. “Like God’s leaf blowers,” he commented as a swirl of bright leaves engulfed him
Over before it started. Like a story without an ending, a movie that runs out of plot before it runs out of film. Like dinner without dessert. Like … Autumn … without a peak.