Nature never leaves us abandoned, malnourished, bereft. Even when we feel the chill of October biting through the seams of cardigans, ready for cold, dark, bleak months of winter'; even when Autumn greets us with the early frost of fresh mornings, Nature never migrates to sunny shores of cloudless climes. Like love, like hope, like luck, it is always there. Donning the brightest of colours, bestowing on us the impatient harbingers of the holly season of festivity, fun and fairies.
Reach out for the token of good luck and good will. Like love, like hope, like luck, it's just there amidst the dull and dreary weather waiting for you to take note and celebrate - the passing of the seasons, Nature's abundance, life itself.
Words and photography by Sinem
"Ars longa, vita brevis."
|camera||Canon EOS 20D|
|exposure mode||full manual|