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Autumn is short here. Too short. Before you know it that brief period has passed, gone, vanished, between when it’s still warm summer days and green covering the trees and when its nearly winter and those same trees are bare and brown.
The day needs to be just right: blue skies and calm, with lots of light.
You need to have a day off, because its that time of year when you drive to work in the darkness of the early morning and return from work with the sun much too low in the sky for crisp autumn photography bursting with colour.
I made it out three times… technically speaking.
Second, I wandered out on my most recent off-day Friday and took the dog down to Terwillegar Park, whee she may not have been a willing photography subject, but the leaves and the light were more than cooperative with my Lensbaby fisheye holding court.
And third, as mentioned in a previous post, I took a wending tour on foot, running, with my GoPro in hand with the intention of nabbing some video footage but perfectly aware that the camera would be snapping stills at the same time.
Sometimes those are purely accidental. But not this time. They were more purposeful.
Maybe it’s precisely because the season is so short, the opportunities so few.
Spring, after all, is usually gritty around here. Dirty. Wet. Puddles everywhere. Garbage and the remnants of winter clinging to anything and everything. Spring photography is challenging for that reason, I suppose, but I’ve never done great work in Spring.
Winter is usually fun and bright, but given that we have so many months of it, and so many occasions to play in the snow with a camera, the challenges presented by the cold and over-lit exposure concerns are under control. Winter can be pretty and abstract, but the people in winter photos, obviously, are often little more than bundles of warm clothes with legs.
Summer is boring. I mean I enjoy summer. It’s green. Diverse. Warm. But at the end of the day it’s just almost too easy. The weather and the light are too cooperative. From a purely photographic-perspective, to me, it is the least challenging of seasons.
Autumn is short and unexpected. You need to be ready to jump at autumn, to catch it in those handful of sly, fleeting moments. If you don’t, you miss it.
Autumn might be rolling tapestries of reds and oranges and yellows and browns, mottled against the fall sky. Or autumn might be the aged nearly-dead chaos of a decaying leaf in the last hours before it tumbles to the ground to disappear as mulch under the soon-to-arrive winter snow.
Autumn around here is rare. Special. And that might be reason enough right there.