Traditionally, in April and early May of each year, I make an effort to capture nature’s last hurrah – an omnibus of reds, yellows, and browns dappled across the landscape – before winter’s cool grip crushes the vibrancy of the preceding seasons with the bleakest skies of the year. This year, I tried the same thing. However, for a number of reasons, including a milder season than I was expecting, I haven’t been able to assemble a set of ten photos consisting entirely of stereotypical autumn colours. Instead, I have assembled a (mildly eclectic set) of ten photos which were nominally taken in autumn, but don’t necessarily reflect that in their collection of tones.
Welcome, then, to a collection of autumn photos, some of which are only here by virtue of the date on which they were taken.