Spring and fall

I took some photos of landscapes in the spring and commented that they looked quite autumnal. Now it’s fall, and I’ve gone back and photographed them again.

There’s this one:

Then there’s this one:

And last but not least, this one:

I’m seeing now what I couldn’t see in spring. Back then, the sprays of yellow-green appearing on the trees after the long whiteness of winter seemed like super-intense explosions of color. I thought, “Fall.” But now I see that fall outdoes my winter-starved imagination. Everywhere you look, you see a world aflame with orange and red and yellow and green. No wonder I love this season with the complex love of someone who knows what comes next.

The challenge will be to keep looking for feasts for the eye — even when December rolls around.

(*This post has been in my drafts folder for a couple of weeks. The world is much less colorful now — it has even snowed! Let the challenge begin…)