I, like you, thought we were finally done with the endless blogposts about how Autumn is not properly photographable.
Where we last left off I was at a place of deep and humble acceptance. No matter how exquisitely gorgeous Fall is, taking the essential picture of the Season is not possible. And so I shall go out and simply photograph for the joy of photography, and not beat my head against Fall in the quixotic pursuit of an ultimate, perfect Autumn picture.
That done I went out to take some pictures.
It was really pretty out.
To be honest is was amazing out!
And I started to feel a dangerous stirring.
There were such colors everywhere!
And they were in astonishing layers and in promising, breathtaking, tantalizing vistas.
They just looked so...
And then suddenly I understood:
All of Fall, as I walk through it, is in 3D.
Contrasting colors recede in dazzling tapestries away from each other. There is movement, and a fascinating play of depth and layers.
But pictures are still, and they flatten it all into a confusion.
I have pictures.
This was one of the prettiest things I saw, some white fronds I think of as "Heather", framed by dangling willows, and backdropped by scarlet Autumn foliage. But I didn't have a 3D camera. And in a flat picture it just all jams up together on the same plane: