Tag Archives: Autumn

Beauty

Is there beauty in age? The Autumn leaves say a resounding, yes!

Vanguard

The vanguard into Autumn – the first among many around it to bravely express its Autumnal colour. It pays a price, though; it’s also the first to stand bare and skeletal when the cold breath of Winter begins to blow.

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.

Autumn Colours

In the grounds of Knole House in Kent

When colour touches the inner eye of the soul it ignites health and brightness of life – that’s certainly my experience. Autumn can never be a time of gloom.

Nature’s Rhythm

“The beauty of nature insists on taking its time. Everything is prepared. Nothing is rushed. The rhythm of emergence is a gradual, slow beat, always inching its way forward remaining faithful to itself until the new unfolds in the full confidence of true arrival.”

John O’ Donohue

Benedictus

Change and Transformation

Year after year, I’ve watched this tree transform itself into the beautiful colours of Autumn. The transformation happens quietly, naturally, persistently and without any kind of fuss or grunt and groan striving for perfection. It just slowly happens.

I’ve often wondered why human beings can’t transform themselves in this way as well. Change always seems to be so immensely difficult in human life. Some say we can’t change in this way, while others say we can. Which is it? Well, as Forrest Gump would say, “Maybe it’s a bit of both.”

Autumn Colours

A Reflection:

The colours of Autumn are beautiful. Being the season of nature’s entry into death it never fails to amaze me how nature dies with such effusive expressions of colour. 

In the movie “Legends of the Fall” the narrator describes Tristan’s death as a “good” death. Well, it seems to me that every year nature dies a “good” death only to awaken again with another show of colour and vibrancy, that of Spring.

Wonderful how in the process of dying or awakening nature is always effusive with colour.