Today I finished my first edits on my first contracted novella. The man who is commemorated by this stone isn’t exactly a character in the story, and yet he figures quite prominently, and the main characters might not get together if it weren’t for him…
Tonight the stars shone down on his memory.
Everything is covered in leaves now – firs, moss, stones, roads… It’s all twinkling orange, yellow and red.
And every leaf is dotted with dew drops, shining on the ground even when the sun is hidden by the clouds.
Despite the cold, despite every other plant giving up, the clover toughs it out. Small and easy to overlook, it gilds the wayside with its soft purple colour.
This weekend was all about the leaves.
Everywhere I went, they were letting go, sailing down on a light breeze, tangling in my clothes and hair.
It was so refreshing to be surrounded by all that dancing yellow, I just couldn’t help giving them a hand.
It was cloudy, but the forest was alive with red and yellow.
Like walking through a portal to another world.
I was supposed to photograph the view, but this feather caught all my attention, sailing along on the water.
The lake looked so calm, but the feather floated so quickly, almost too quickly for me to follow.
The evening sun shone from a softly cloudy sky, and the feather bathed in the golden light.
Finally, it landed on some stones, and I could snap all the pictures I wanted.
No filter, I swear to God.
This weekend, we escaped to the countryside again. It’s only an hour from home, but the autumn is much further gone, and the cabin was really cold. It’s a kind of ritual, to light the candles, stoke the stove and get a fire going. Quickly, quickly, before you freeze to death.
Next project, dinner preparations. Violent ones!
Every time we’re here, I take pictures, and they’re always identical. Same thing, every time. And that’s what I love about it. The routine. Like a movie you’ve seen a hundred times.
I don’t know, something about this chaotic copse appealed to me. 🙂 As if there’s a method to the madness, because of the uniform, pale greyish brown of the trunks and branches. Even though it’s busy, it’s also kind of serene or something.
Close up, it was really geometrical.
Just small splashes of colour amid the bare twigs. I like it.
Autumn is like treasure you never knew was there. Once the trees are full on summer green, they sort of disappear into each other, but autumn, wow… it brings out each and every leaf.
Tonight the sky was perfect, too – thunderous and bright at the same time.
On the other side, the sky was an innocent blue.
This view has been kind of boring throughout summer. Not so anymore.
Found a new spot! 🙂 This is where I’ll be sitting with a thermos of coffee on a misty morning not too far away.
PS. I’m reeeeally starting to love my new Nikon 50mm f1,8…
Which is so not what it sounds like. I strolled through the streets and the harbour to kill time before going to see the Beatles movie by Ron Howard, Eight Days a Week (which was awesome, but there’s just too much to say about it so I’ll just let it be. Ha.).
Anywayyy… I strolled through town, looking for subjects, and nothing was good. Until the sun set. Suddenly everything was pretty (as usual!).
After the sun set, I hurried down to the harbour again to catch some pink skies. I fidgeted like a mad woman at the traffic lights because I thought the loveliness would dissipate, but I managed to catch a few wisps of salmon clouds before twilight sunk and it was time for CINEMA.
(Serously guys. Go see it.)