“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald
I always feel a bit silly when I photograph fall leaves. I equate it to taking a photo of a pretty flower. Like yeah, it’s a fucking flower. Of course it’s pretty. But unlike flowers, which you can get from your local florist regardless of the current season, the vivid colors of autumn are so fleeting. The change seems slow at first… just a faint hint of yellow on a green leaf and then BOOM - crisp burnt oranges, bright sunflower yellows, and deep dark velvety reds suddenly burst from every living thing. And then, as quickly as it comes, the torrent of color stops. And we’re left with the dreary shit days of winter. That’s why we have cameras. To capture the fleeting. And to look at, to hold onto, after it’s gone.
Photos taken on Wednesday, November 14, 2012.