Color comes in so many forms at the end of Summer with so many photographic opportunities. The clean light of Fall, camera in hand. It is a time to reflect on the summer’s past and look forward to the whites and greys of winter.
The light is different in winter, being cooler than the warm light of autumn, but it too inspires an appreciation of what nature brings. Color is complex, in variety, description and meaning.
The air is different as the sun rises and sets, both in color and intensity of hue. It is a time to get outside and experience the change in light, temperature and general ambiance of the changing days.
As summer comes to an end and the landscape goes so gently brown, it is a time to appreciate we still have things that change. Color brings vividness, life, vitality. Browning foliage and bloom symbolizes a time of rest.
You can just feel the resting and peace over the landscape. Perfection of the quieting landscape.
Bright color still exists in the garden, but will quickly fade as the temperatures drop. Busy bees will head underground or back to hives.
The garden and fields are in transformation. A landscape of contradiction. Some of what we see is pretty and some is not. Some are blasting with color and some are not. Some show life and some do not. My own garden still is colorful, still in bloom, still bursting with life.
And it still has a lot of white.
The late summer rain heals a drought parched land in both September 2012 and its twin, 2015. We just had a welcomed down pour this past week. I rejoiced as rain fell after this very dry and hot summer in 2015.
The white blooms calm the garden. The rain calms the garden and spirit as well.
Even with little holes made by hungry insects the still beautiful roses don’t even hint that the summer is coming to an end. White softens the scene, brightens. It stops the eye in a landscape of color, but it stops the spirit as well, to linger a moment and drink up the calm.
2015 had a record number of hummingbirds in my garden feeding on petunia, monarda and trumpet vine. I showed some in an earlier post, yet now during their migration, the numbers have increased.
The same has occurred with the Monarchs too. I hope this increase is a sign of things to come, but not the dry summers.
The flowers await….
But time is running out…
Summer quiets down to allow individual voices to be heard over the vivacious crowds of color. A repost and rewrite of September past updated for 2015.