I never noticed leaves changing color in September in my neighborhood. September is sunny, and warm mostly. Last week when the temperature dropped, the maple tree in the backyard turned red. But that was not the first hint of blush I saw this month.
Today is officially the first day of the autumn, my favorite season.
There’s something nostalgic and noteworthy about autumn, that’s why I closely monitor the transformation of nature through my lens. It’s that season, ″that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness–that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.” Continue reading “At First Blush”
It’s strange how you list things and use the word ” favorite” too many times when you get older, knowing there’re not many people available to remember that list of yours. But, well, november is my favorite month. It seems short but colorful. My mood, most of the times, follows the color of the outer world. And the outside world is always bright and cheerful here. Autumn colors just enhance that beauty.
Continue reading “Holding on to November”
I say, fall is my favorite season. Sometimes while driving home I observe how those leafless, bare branches live, without cashmeres and wools, anticipating an uncertain winter. No matter how harshly the nature treats them, they know that they will see spring one day, covered with green leaves, under a sunny sky. Continue reading “Seasonal..”
Since last weekend it’s finally fall weather here. I mean , the end of summer ; finally ,you need a light jacket. And the sun sets before I finish my evening tea break. Continue reading “Wordless Wednesday : After sunset”