Yesterday, it felt truly like Autumn, with a frosty ground and a crisp feel to the air. So, obviously, I wrapped up and went outside with my camera, didn’t I?
I marched down to the fields at the back of my house. The same fields that I took these sunrise photos of in Spring last year. What a difference a few months makes.
Although I didn’t have long to snap away – literally only about five minutes before I froze, I took about forty photos! (Don’t worry, they’re not all in this post. Just a select few!)
[left][/left][right][/right][left][/left][right][/right][pipdig_padded_text]The crisp Autumnal air kept catching my breath as I gazed at the trees surrounding the fields to marvel at their increasingly orangey, reddy, and browny hues as they glistened in a rare glimpse of sunshine.
I’d hate this time of year, ordinarily, but this Autumn, something’s different.
I’m different, I think.
I used to dread Autumn. I used to hate frosty mornings. I used to hate the trees and flowers dying. But this year, I’m letting it wash right over me. I’m trying to embrace it instead of wishing it wasn’t happening. Accepting it, instead of wishing the time until Spring away entirely.
It’s not as bad as you think, really, is it? [/pipdig_padded_text]
Images were taken on the Canon 6D with the Canon 40mm f2.8 pancake lens.