There’s this really fantastic tree opposite my house. I’ve taken many photographs of it throughout the year, as it glows with sunshine and battles the wind and rain. It’s a Silver Maple, so called because the underside of its leaves are a silvery-white colour…that is, before Autumn gets to them…
I woke up this morning to discover that my window had produced its own curtains in the cold of the night. Luckily they’re the type made of vertical strips, so I could view the riotous delights of autumn colour, attached to the tree opposite, through the thin slits carved out by dribbling water droplets.
The recent white, drizzly atmosphere is giving me a real sense of being engulfed in the murky midsts of autumn. There’s a certain peacefulness to the air, as if the blank skies soften the soundscape; a deeply refreshing freshness too, and exotically colourful leaves at every turn. Strange as it might seem, I even feel […]
