Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.
It is the most beautiful autumn.
Clear blue skies and sunshine during the day, give way to late afternoon sunsets with magical golden light. The air is still and warm during the day; autumn winds haven’t stripped the trees of their red, gold, and orange, finery. Leaves drop lazily from trees, creating a crunchy, golden carpet beneath.
We get out and making the most of the season. We take long country drives, and short junkets to nearby parks to take photos. I come to appreciate landscapes that aren’t prairie.
The weather gurus tell us that the system is breaking down; the best of the season may be behind us.
I step out of my macro world and experience the season on a grander scale through the wider-angle lens of my camera. The intentional practice of photography teaches me to pay attention, to be willing to look at things in a different way.
This season, so fetching, in part, because I’m looking at it through a different lens; but, the beauty was there all along. It is always there. I choose to see it or not.
And in the midst of all of this splendour I offer prayers to the Creator of all of it.
And it is well.
A georgeous landscape, Linda!
Thank you, Sister. It’s been a spectacularautumn around here.