October is magical with it's sweep of color, crispness and light. For me it's a time for going inward and welcoming the wonder of the season. Alone, or with a few friends, I walk the familiar trails of my neighborhood, never having to travel very far before becoming excited about a view, vista or critter that crosses my path. It is my most creative and artistic season. My love of nature and the out of doors springs back into my life, and I go, with camera in hand. My step is lighter, the crunch under my feet makes for the most pungent smells and the world is alive as only it can be in the Fall. I remember vividly, when I was a little girl, walking home from school, I would always choose to walk through the tallest pile of fallen leaves along the way. It was magical and yes, quite messy. I had to clean my shoes and my socks off before going in the house or there would be big trouble..So my love of Fall goes way back.
This Fall I became much more aware of my need to be outside. To finally recognize that my best work is done in the natural light and the charm that is New England. Unfortunately it is very short season. I was able to just let myself meander the fields, talk to the horses, go at my own pace to find the electric sights, sounds and smells, the earthy tones. It's the one season that encompasses all of my senses and the cool mornings and warm afternoons are good for my body and soul. I'm sorry time moves so quickly in this season. The beauty and grace it brings should last longer..but alas, it last long enough for me to be so grateful for the gifts that I receive this time of year. When I wander, I am never lost but in a sense, I am somewhere else. I'm so engaged with the simple gifts of nature, that I photograph with much more intention and ease. The wonders of Fall, I will miss them as they slowly slip away. Such colorful memories I will have with me though, through my photo's, to view into the next New England season..It was an exciting time and I believe the excitement is the secret to any artistic journey.
“But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.”
Stephen King..