Fall Is In the Air

Church on the River, Cochrane

The clock says it is morning, but darkness lingers.  No birdsong greets me, just the screech of crows.

Blooms continue, their colour keeps me sane.  Colourful tree leaves replace the blooms as the gentle but frequent frosts of fall begin.

This summer’s strangeness has left me empty.  Heat, smoke, grey skies—all that has weighed in, whittling away creativity.

Yet now is the time to rejuvenate creativity.  I’ll write stories and create photographic art.  I’ll walk, eyes and heart wide open, ready to receive aesthetic images as well as prose, kindled by memories and emotions.

I’m grateful to have this available to me.  This stage of my life might be tedious without it.

FOOTNOTE:

I first saw the scene of the Church on the River early one morning.  I was driving to the start of one our men’s walking group walks.  The morning sun made the church stand out in brilliant morning light.  I thought it was a striking scene.

I went in search of a location where I could capture the image that I saw that morning.  I found what I wanted, but it was later in the day when the scene was backlit.  The smoke in the air muted the light, creating low contrast shadows.  I found the location I wanted and made an image.  I planned to return early the next morning to capture that brilliant morning light on the scene.

I did capture that light on the scene the next day and result was boring.  It turned out that the backlight that you see in the above gave me a better result.  So, the final image I published was that location experiment at, what I initially thought, was the completely wrong time of day.

Esoterica:

You can always see when you’re wrong, but you can’t always see when you’re right.

– Billy Joel