Who can forget the Ode to Autumn? That season of mists…. Autumn is with us and knocking on the door.
I love autumn. It reminds me of Africans who love to dress in beautiful colours. They remind me of the leaves leaves on trees that take on different hues and making the world beautiful, bursting with colour.
It reminds me of the final hours of a party but when everyone is trying to make sure they enjoy those dying moments.
The ground is covered by a rich carpet of leaves and conkers from the chestnut trees lining the paths in the park drop and explode from their shells and lie strewn in the grass.
The world is alive with shadows and light creating contrast and modelling the landscape. Oh she looks so beautiful.
Every now and again, the sun comes out to play and reminds us of what we missed during summer and what is to come.
But as a photographer with autumn knocking on the door, I am going to let her in and let her bare her soul naked and snap away before she departs on her journey for a year.