It has been a while since I posted but, the Autumn season offers some fabulous photo opportunities and I have been out making the most of them.
A few mornings have seen me out and about early catching those early morning dews on cobwebs and mist rising off the rivers and pools. This one was taken at Dudmaston
…and then on to Severn Valley Country Park
We also got up really early one morning at a weekend (sorry Andy) to capture the sunrise over Bridgnorth.
With the mist rising off the water on the Severn, I couldn’t resist turning this one into sepia.
Inevitably, as the mornings and evenings turn chillier, the first signs of wood smoke are in the air.
Now and then, the whole landscape takes on an almost surreal quality………
Morning by Paul Laurence Dunbar
The mist has left the greening plain,
The dew-drops shine like fairy rain,
The coquette rose awakes again
Her lovely self adorning.
The Wind is hiding in the trees,
A sighing, soothing, laughing tease,
Until the rose says “Kiss me, please,”
‘Tis morning, ’tis morning.
With staff in hand and careless-free,
The wanderer fares right jauntily,
For towns and houses are, thinks he,
For scorning, for scorning.
My soul is swift upon the wing,
And in its deeps a song I bring;
Come, Love, and we together sing,
“‘Tis morning, ’tis morning.”