Autumn

No filters, just autumn…

Below is a random selection of textures from our autumn break. From the North Devon coast and from an East Midlands garden.

You can’t bottle it, it’s just there. It’s free.

(Five images taken in the same week from each universe below, slide to compare)

The East Midlands: The church bells chimed three times, mid-afternoon. It’s October, but the sun’s still warm enough to sit out with a coffee. Buzzards can be heard calling, they are circling high, crows are… crowing. A light aircraft splutters through the blue, and… away. Silence… except; (the tinnitus) the birds, the distant hum of traffic, the buzzards, a bee… relatively quiet… I take the deepest breath. It’s Autumn.

The North Devon Coast: Two hundred miles west the tide has turned. Two juvenile gulls shadowing their mother on the rocks. You can see the tide on the move filling the estuary, and the sandbanks get washed daily by the sea. The tide’s relentless duty is remarkable. The relative calm seeps into your pores and the tide soothes… a cup of tea on the harbour side. It’s Autumn.