These Last Autumn Leaves
In the golden glow of morning light,
Leaves, once clad in emerald sheen,
Now fewer wear hues of crimson and gold,
The time of the season, boldly foretold.

In the golden glow of morning light,
Leaves, once clad in emerald sheen,
Now fewer wear hues of crimson and gold,
The time of the season, boldly foretold.

Some photos seem to push me to do more than adjust sharpness, saturation and contrast. Some images make me want to find more than the camera captured — to find their soul, their voice. I’m never sure I’ve really done that, but I like to try, and in trying, perhaps find a bit of myself….

“Gmorning
November
You lurch & you lumber
From bonfire to ember
From waking to slumber
You deaden the grass
& you piss in the pot
The birds all haul ass

A couple of days ago, I stepped outside our back door on a crisp fall morning in North Carolina and was greeted by a breathtaking display of bright yellow and vibrant orange leaves adorning the trees like nature’s confetti. The sun reflected off the wispy clouds, casting a warm golden glow that illuminated the landscape…

While walking Bentley early one morning at 5 AM, I noticed some brightly colored leaves resting on a bed of pine needles. It was a bit of a juggling act as I tried to make the photo with the leash and a small light in one hand and my phone in the other. I didn’t…

I recently noticed the first leaves of Fall on the ground from the Silver Maple Tree in our front yard. Naturally, I was inclined to focus on the bright colors, but I also began working on a black-and-white version that I liked. However, the black and white image doesn’t convey or present the essence of…