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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This photo is definitely the apple of my eyes! Real “crisp” with great artistic flavor.
Talk about the power of visual advertising -- I’m going to the fridge right now!
What’s the variety of these gems?
Thanks Paul! That's given me a lift. I have no idea what variety they are — the trees undoubtedly pre-dated the arrival of the present owners of the property. However, they're tart and crisp, similar to our Braeburn. Given that variety has a history dating back to 1952, maybe they're old survivors of an early planting of that variety.
A living past. I get the melancholy in the spring.
That's interesting Zhoen. I'm probably at my most optimistic and upbeat in the Spring. The thought of long, warm days, I suppose.
Beautiful photo...I long for autumn...and here spring is on its way. Best wishes,
Mette
Thank you, Mette. I'm beginning to recover my usual optimism and can better appreciate the particular beauty of autumn and winter. I still love Spring, though :^)
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