you can can hear the songs the leaves sing. I suppose it comes as no big surprise that my blog posts this time of year pretty much revolve around Autumn, specifically October, which brings with it the beauty of leaves that so many people, both photographers and just onlookers, seek out. It is easy to find places to look at and enjoy the leaves on the trees that are turning colors of fiery red, brilliant orange and intense, glistening gold. It is also easy to find trails to walk, especially around Southwest Virginia, that will take you beneath that brilliant canopy.
But those aren’t the only leaves that call to me. One of my favorite experiences is walking along a mountain trail and have a gust of wind come up; one that blows a hard puff and send leaves spiraling out of the trees, floating and swirling as they fall gracefully to the ground. There they make a carpet that can only be found once a year; a colorful carpet that transforms an otherwise brown and dying earth with a brilliance that cannot be rivaled. In that carpet, it is not unusual to find mushrooms, acorns, walnuts and a myriad of other things that add their own beauty to that which is already there.
In the silence of a trail shoot when there is only me and what surrounds me, I listen to the sound. What a symphony. As the wind blows through the leaves, they rustle, talking back and forth, singing because, after all, this is their time. Their moment to shine and take the spotlight. And they sing because they know that even on the ground, they are spectacular.
They find happiness in falling and flying, giving way to freedom and pure unbridled joy. At least it seems to me to be a joyful experience. They look to be having so much fun that it makes me wish I could float from the trees, singing a song of thankfulness just to be a brilliantly colored leaf in October. I find it exhilarating to speed around the bends of curves of leaf-covered mountain roads where leaves have pooled as though waiting for me to come along.
They laugh as I speed past, blowing them up and swirling them above the road and then back again. Sometimes they find their way through the open convertible top and into my car. They make me want to laugh just as, at times, the magnificence that I am allowed to be a part of makes me cry. Not sad tears, but tears of happiness that I am alive and able to become, even for a short time, a part of Autumn. I love being a photographer, especially in October.
Ecclesiastes 3:11 ~ He has made every thing beautiful in his time: also he has set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God makes from the beginning to the end
A Photographer's Heart 