Where to start…hmm…I won’t drag you through the last few months…nothing profound really…just life as we knew it before March, 2020 is over.
You know. You were there experiencing your own version of it.
I’ll just start with today.
We are well in to my least favorite time of year.
Fall in the Great Northwest is so sneaky…tricky for me to navigate. In the other three seasons, my daily choice is crystal clear…be outside or be inside.
But Autumn tells blatant lies, almost daily.
This morning it’s beautiful weather, so I leave the house expecting to enjoy all of the season’s best features; its warm, intense colors, clear blue skies, and easily tolerable medium temperatures. But during the short walk from my front door to the road, Autumn cackles out loud, her temperature plummets, and suddenly it’s 45 miles an hour freezing winds, filled with piercing raindrops.
First a pandemic and now THIS!
It’s just insulting.
To make me even more irritable during this time of year, my allergies hit the hardest, blind-siding me with itchy eyes to asthma, literally out-of-the-blue!
I don’t have any reaction to all the lovely parts of Spring and Summer, gently blowing waves of grasses, tiny drifts of golden pollen on my windshield, or beautifully blossoming trees.
Nope. I get to be allergic to the dying, moldy leaves of Fall.
How glamorous.
BUT…since I am obsessed with mastering my ability to shift my perspective at will, on this day, I easily concede that Autumn is also my favorite time to photograph.
It takes some work though…
I was furious the other day when I finally had time to grab the camera and head out. I had spotted so many outstanding photo shots lately and wanted to go back to capture some of that vibrant color.
Showing off her royal prerogative, when I wasn’t looking, that nasty, conniving Autumn had apparently had a Wind-Storm-Temper-Tantrum, stripping all the trees of their stunning October/November costumes. Grrrr.
Then, later this morning, as I walked across the long spans of sodden grass to my neighbor’s house, these words came to me:
“Lovely, lacey, leaf-littered lawn”
I’m NOT a poet so I had no idea what to do with those alliterated words.
But, it was magnificent, so out came the camera.
The birds even came out of their storm shelters to keep me company on my stroll.
Today, I feel blessed to be in LOVE Autumn in the Northwest!
How’s that for a Perspective Shift?
That one of the leaves on the steps is so evocative of the season