The Peak Moment

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.

Autumn

In the early morning light there was just something about this tree in the midst of all the headstones.

Hiddenness

Walking through the Kent countryside this morning I was greeted by this kind of misty scene. It was exhilarating. I just love living in the County of Kent.

I am irresistibly drawn to that which is partly hidden. I’m no fan of glaring light which does nothing for form or mystery.