It felt decidedly like fall this morning. Cool light, cold fingers, bright warm leaves turning from green to orange, red, and yellow. A last burst of life before falling.
It’s the cold fingers, using a camera outdoors, not the change of seasons, that I lament. I got some glorious images last winter, after storms especially. I think I prefer, more or less, the inconveniences of summer over those of winter.
No Ordinary Light 