If you are any kind of photographer, this is very busy time of year. The season is so fickle, so fragile … and the months that follow are gray. As photogenic as is autumn, the weeks that follow — as we move into winter — are drab and dull.
I take as many pictures as I can because in the months to come, nature will take off her party clothes and dress in workaday rags and not dress up again until the snow flies.
The bright yellow woods is my backyard. It’s hard to capture; it isn’t flashy. Not much scarlet or orange, but it’s beautiful with the sun filtering through yellow leaves. Difficult to catch the quality of light, but lovely to live amidst it.