Yellow and black stripes. This is how the fields look like these days of beginning of October. Black – from the fresh plowed ground, yellow – from the ground which is about to be. Little dots – from now and then – the cattle trying to find some good grass. It’s not enough for me to see this from the car’s window, so I stop to take a few steps. And a deep breath. The air is cool and fresh, somehow smelling like acacia flowers. The small vegetation from the side of the road is rusting. So are road signs. I love these dark tones.
Soon it all will be black. Then black and green, when wheat will start to grow.
Little blue chicory flowers (I guess) and red rosehips emphasize the beauty of this stretch. The silence is overwhelming.
I am falling for fall every year. It was not love at first sight. As a child, I’ve preferred summer. Maybe because I’ve spent all my summer holidays with my grandparents, running all daylight in the backyard. The autumn had come together with school and there wasn’t much time to stay outside.
We have started to bond – the autumn and I - in my teenage years when I used to walk a lot into the only one park from my little town. Alone. I was the lonely type back then as I am now. The crazy (literally :0) college years followed with me bringing the fall in the room – mostly dead leaves – to the despair of my roommates. Now – I bring only chestnuts. The next phase was the fall for all these colors together: yellow, orange, red… the leaves are turning into (no one loves fir woods during autumn).
I am still the lonely type and into photography now, this is where those photos came from.
