The Autumn colour season has pretty much peaked or is peaking now. As I did a morning photo walk up to the dam here in Paris, I couldn't help but be astounded at the beauty of the colours illuminated by late October morning light. I've made fall photographs dozens of times in this location but I never grow tired of it.
My fall colour season this year has been somewhat limited. About three weeks ago, l fell ill with a virus (possibly covid) that knocked me out of commission for time that I had booked for a few day trips for colour shooting. Although I'm over the illness now, I have pretty much had to limit my Autumn photography exploits to the local scene. I don't mind too much. The local scene is pretty amazing!
Like the farmers who work the surrounding countryside, every Autumn I too participate in a kind of harvest. The sheer beauty of the season lends itself to being captured in camera. I mean if there ever comes a time when I can't make some decent photos in the fall, I think that I'll sell the cameras and take up basket weaving!
Beyond the photos, however, is a harvest of a different kind. It's a spiritual thing. It's impossible to walk through an Autumn forest or contemplate an Autumn scene without experiencing a sense of awe at the sheer beauty of the colours. The tranquility and wonder of an Autumn morning is never wasted on me. Ultimately, I'm a better person just for the simple act of experiencing it.
So every year I do a series of Fall colour photographs. I have received some criticism for taking them. "Gord's out doing Fall colour pictures again." Guilty as charged. But, perhaps what I'm doing is not harvesting a series of colourful images, but the feelings of serenity, wonder and awe that I experience while I'm taking them. Perhaps those feelings are the most important harvest of all.
...more later
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