Autumn, one of nature’s most beautiful times for photographers to capture beautiful light, color and subjects. We are off to photograph the “leaves and foliage of Autumn” in the mountains, at the lakes and in the forests from East to West, North to South for our new series “Autumn on Canvas”!
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Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, With banners, by great gales incessant fanned, Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain! Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne, Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand Outstretched with benedictions o’er the land, Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain! Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended So long beneath the heaven’s o’er-hanging eaves; Thy steps are by the farmer’s prayers attended; Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves; And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid, Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves! _Autumn, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Cathedral of St. John the Baptist, Savannah, Georgia. At last, we are sharing our images from the exterior shoot of the cathedral. Like the beautiful interior renovation (see earlier posts below) this cathedral is a must-see when visiting Savannah. It is truly a place of worship and artistic beauty.
The most beautiful time of the year arrays itself in magnificent color, azure skies and bursting sun-filled days. We are traveling the Shenandoah in search of the perfect southern fall landscape. Where will it be? High or low country? Valley or mountain top? Vineyard or farm? Lakes or forests? Would it be we have many days of breathing in this beauty, fresh air with our companions in hand to capture it all. Come travel with us . . .
~ ~ ~ MY love will come in autumn-time When leaves go spinning to the ground And wistful stars in heaven chime With the leaves’ sound.
Then, we shall walk through dusty lanes And pause beneath low-hanging boughs, And there, while soft-hued beauty reigns We’ll make our vows.
Let others seek in spring for sighs When love flames forth from every seed; But love that blooms when nature dies Is love indeed!
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Love Autumnal, Oliver Jenkins