There is a moment when the leaves in Autumn reach the peak of their colour. From then on deterioration sets in and all colour and vibrance is slowly lost. I suppose much of life is like this – the journeys to the peaks and the journeys back down into the valleys. I photographed these leaves in the garden of a Benedictine Training Centre. They were at their best.
Early morning walk under Kent skies. The beauty is breathtaking and I feel my spirit soaring.
When Autumn wraps itself around you. I took a walk around West Malling village while waiting for my vehicle to be serviced. I came across this lovely little scene. I suppose I’m guilty of what some may say a chocolate box mentality when it comes to this image, but what the hell, I thought it was great.