Despite glorious, intense colour, autumn seems a little sad, like the final few days of a holiday, or Sunday evenings – any evening in fact. In Canada, I (usually) marvelled at the almost Australian-blue of the autumn sky, and was beguiled by Lac Bertrand with its royal cloak of Fall, but behind each stunning tableau was the irrepressible image of the cold and dark to come.
It is only since I have become a stranger to Autumn that I have really come to appreciate it, as my parents did, on Papa’s only trip to see me in the ten years I lived in Canada. Imagine the responsibility, decades before the internet, of getting the timing right! I calculated the third week in September would be perfect to take in the full splendour of autumn in the rocky ravines of the Agawa Canyon north of Sudbury, Ontario – one of the quintessential landscapes of Canada’s “Group of Seven” artists. I wish I had kept the prints of their trip to show you … But I didn’t, so here’re a couple of my own, including my favourite image of Autumn, somewhere in New England – apologies, they’re mostly scans.
Go to Jake’s blog to see his beautiful Autumn pictures, and those of other bloggers who’ve risen to his challenge this week.