I haven’t had a dedicated photography post in a while so I figure the autumn colors would do as a nice subject.
It’s November, and there are moments when I catch myself romanticizing the lushness, the abundance of the summer. I could look at my window and be stupefied at the beauty.
But then, you notice the little things in September and October, like the pool closing or a little bit of bite in the morning air. And you know that it’s starting – that turn of the seasons.
I think we can be so taken by the story of autumn happening in the trees that we miss the equally poetic story of autumn happening in front of our shoes as we walk. At one time, these leaves were part of the tapestry of an invincible sense of optimism. But now, that feels like it was a lifetime ago.
And before we know it, we look up at the window and it’s different. It’s not bad. It’s just different…in a way beyond words.
Autumn…what a grand season and a perfect time for reflection.
😂 have a good weekend y’all.


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