Even in a less than spectacular year, colourwise, I still have a compulsion to immerse myself in the glory of our autumn woodlands and to try to capture the beauty with my camera. It's a bit like bluebells in the spring, where no photo ever seems adequate to convey the full depth of the hues or the sublime beauty of the sweeps of colour, the myriad different tones, the way the changing light affects the scene. That's even before you recall the associated scents and sounds, which can't be reproduced visually. Oh, the impossibility of it! Yet I keep trying.
Love the last pic! The eye always seems to see much more than what shows in a photo.
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