No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face. John Donne Elegy IX–The Autumnal
I love both the arts of writing and photography. Someday I hope to learn to properly harmonize the two. I do know enough now, however, to appreciate there are times when one must yield to the other.
There are times to use a hammer and other times when it’s more prudent to use a wrench. In the fall the camera always wins.
Of course, there is always time to allow a couple of masters their final words:
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves. John Muir