It’s good when there’s confirmation in the form of photos and a diary…I’ll write about it again here, as in a diary‑blog: this autumn feels to me like it’s not the brightest, not the yellowest, not the most colorful one.
Let there be a record of this so that later we’ll have something to compare it with in other years...if I still stay here. Or with past autumns.
Almost all the trees are some kind of yellow‑green, and red leaves are an exception.
My long‑standing tradition has also been disrupted — a photo walk at the peak of golden autumn on a sunny day, which I call the golden autumn street.
Cloudy days alternate with rainy ones, and the river level is like in spring.
I will keep waiting and trying to capture those sunny moments, even if it’s just with the very last yellow leaves.
Many years ago, I said that documentary photography starts to work after about 5-10 years. And now I feel it working more and more strongly.
It works – which means it reflects the time difference and shows changes in space.
Golden autumn has passed...it passed quickly because there were strong winds and rains...
All the leaves are already on the ground...