Yesterday I wrote an essay about Fall. If you haven't read it you might want to, not because it provides absolutely vital background to this post, but just because it was so good! So so so good! It was like Wordsworth or something with it being so wonderful and so beautifully written. I mean, if it's okay for me to say that myself.
Oh, right, I keep forgetting, it isn't okay for me to say that myself!
To summarize yesterday's essay I said:
Autumn is short.
Actually that was all I said. I don't know what all that Wordsworth hoo-hah was about.
And because Fall is so terribly short, I have been finding that when I go out photographing I feel an urgent need to photograph Fall. Quick, before it's gone!
But I don't really know how to do it. It's so unbelievably pretty everywhere.
I have sometimes found that the prettier everything is, the harder it is to photograph. Maybe it's because a photograph isn't just what's in the photograph, but it is also what has been left out of the photograph. And so many beautiful things have been left out of the photographs.
So here are my pictures of tiny pieces of The Fall.
I'm working on it.