Hello there bloggers, readers, family and friends. I’ve missed you! This blog has been quiet for almost two weeks. It wasn’t really on purpose or a blogging break; I think the blogging muse in my head has simply been silent. I’m honestly not sure if other parts of my brain tied her up and took her hostage or if she just stepped out for a while. Either way, she’s back this morning. I have such a mix of feelings and thoughts and photos to share, I’m not sure how this blog post will eventually come out, but if you’re ready for what will likely be a bumpy ride, join me for a spell.
This time of year is generally a rollercoaster ride of emotions for me. I feel a deep sadness at the passing of summer. (By the way, Scott has a new photo assignment posted about just this subject – be sure to have a look!) I’m not ready to let the heat and bright sunshine and lazy days go just yet.
Memories of summer vacation are still fresh in my mind, but that place seems so very far away right now.
However, I can’t live in the past, so I do try to appreciate the beauty of the season to come. I do admit that fading summer/early autumn does present some beautiful light, and I was drawn outside with my 50mm lens the other afternoon. I’m not sure why, but I’ve found the 50mm often does a lovely job of capturing true colors and a soft-but-sharp-at-the-same-time focus (if any photog-types have a reason for this that you can explain, feel free to do so in the comments). These dahlias I planted in my whiskey barrel planter have been gorgeous all summer, but I never felt quite able to capture them until I took the nifty-fifty to them:
It is hard to deny that autumn is on the way when the goldenrod appears.
This monarch butterfly kind of looks like how I feel: it seems to be trying to take in the last that summer has to offer, while surrounded by encroaching fall.
(Perhaps I should have saved this one for Scott’s assignment?)
I know that fans of autumn will remind me of all the goodness fall has to offer. Warm, golden afternoons, crisp nights, crunchy apples, hot cider, rainbows of foliage. I do enjoy them all. But for now, allow me to mourn and maybe wallow just a bit in my sadness about, the passing of my favorite season.