With Autumn falling on us I'm reminded that in this very short but intense season timing is everything for getting out and seeing the landscape in all her finery. Some years the wind, which also picks up in Autumn, robs us of the indulgence. Windy days in Autumn feel like sacrilege. They make me cringe every time a gust blows. Other years, there has been too much water, or not enough water. So instead of the candy like oranges, reds and yellows we get the jaundiced, yellow-brown of ill health. Unlike the other 50 weeks of the year, for these two we are treated to an almost alien landscape. A world where color is felt intimately. Where color and light team up to saturate the very air we breathe. It fills the atmosphere like humidity and drenches us in a rain of hue. Wringing our clothes out when we get home. I like to get out and go for long rides trying to absorb it all. Just sitting under a maple in your back yard seems like a new experience. Like a supernova there is the blinding flash before the passing begins. There is no impulse to paint. Some things should just be enjoyed. Not captured, cataloged, or clicked. Just a human mooning in a moment in time. A quiet sharing of the world seeded in empathy.
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