Autumn
Autumn brought me a painter's palette of color and light every time I looked through the lens of my camera. The primary shades of red, yellow, and blue that nature blends together, combined with the early morning mist of the struggling sun to break through, were magical. Smoke from prescribed burns blended with the fog, adding an eeriness to the mix.
Afternoons of clearing storms and the evening sun ignited the colors of Aspens and Tamaracks in a blaze of new colors that changed by the minute. The skies' last shades of red and muted purples disappeared to rest behind the mountains, a confirmation that autumn would be over soon and the titanium white, jet black, and shades of gray winter light would give me the gift of a new season.
As I walked along a favorite river in October, it was bittersweet to think I was taking my last casts to Cutthroats, which shared the brilliant colors of the trees and shrubs along the riverbanks. But also, hopeful I would be back to fish for Cutts and capture the colors and light of next spring.
David Gallipoli
something about trees
something about horses
something about early morning
something about the sun and the moon
something about roads
something about water
something about the end of Autumn
something about where I live
