I’ve made it clear on these pages that I’m a summer baby who hates fall. Well, I don’t really hate fall, I just find it depressing. While the rest of the world is rejoicing over cooler temperatures and beautiful foliage, I’m mourning bare feet and sun kissed skin. This year, I’ve pledged to make a real effort at enjoying the beauty of autumn. I’m not making any promises, but I’m going to give it my best shot.
As my first step, I headed out to take some fall pictures for a photography assignment over at The Pioneer Woman. It involved bokeh, which basically is opening the aperature as wide as possible to create bubbles of fuzzy light behind your subject. I tromped out to the wildlife refuge near my house, figuring that was my best shot at fall colors. And an interesting thing happened. I learned that fall isn't so bad, especially on a beautiful October day with plenty of sunshine.
The lens of a camera forces you to focus on details, to hone in on the minute and appreciate intricacies you might not normally notice. The foliage in this part of the country hasn’t changed much yet, so we don’t have that knock your socks off color that New England does. Yet. But there is just enough color and subtle change to make things interesting. If you look. Really look. And I did. And I’ve decided that there can be beauty in death or at least the process of dying.