Sunday, 12 October 2014
Autumn is here, and the ever-miraculous leaf colours. It's surprising to me very year; used to solid green and never anticipating the oranges and reds, still not quite believing that it's all going to be locked under snow and ice for months. Unfortunately, I have yet to take a photograph of autumn leaves that isn't an utter cliché.
In the open fields by Sunny Acres Road people occasionally leave their brush cuttings:
The long grasses there are like forests when you crouch down. Even when the wind is blowing in the tree-tops there are still quiet places under the canopy. Right at your feet there is somewhere completely remote: