Already the signs of autumn become more obvious. The stags have stripped the velvet from their antlers, the southerly that blew through dropped the temperature in my room to 10°C, the evenings grow shorter, the first leaves begin to yellow, colour spreads over the fruit on the old apple trees. This autumn as I look ahead to the future I retrieve a lens I haven't used for a decade and call up a way of photographing from my past. I feel unusually melancholy.
[8 March 2011, Canon 20D, 20 mm F2.8, ISO 200, 1/250s at f5.6]
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