Originally written: October 2015.
After two weeks of greyness the sun has finally come out again. From my window I can see the trees in the park on fire. I simply have to go out to take photos.
As if I didn't do that last year: taking photos of coloured leaves. But it is as if winter, spring and summer have erased every thought of autumn. And when autumn comes round again, it is all suprisingly new and suprisingly beautiful. Photos simply have to be taken. And how fortunate when an old lady with silver hair and a little dog walk into my frame.
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