I love fall. The smell of dank rotting leaves, the crisp air, the full light, the vibrant colors. Although the myriad rainbow of colors could easily imply a celebration – fall never feels like a party to me. It’s more the day after a party, hungover and beat from a wild night, staying in your pajamas all day and trying to recount or forget the events of the prior night.
You’d be hard pressed to find a photographer who doesn’t love fall, although, I for one, am never, ever satisfied with my fall photos. To me, they feel chintzy; they feel like wannabes. As fall summons reflection, it also summons nostalgia. Thus, I feel that these photos, tinted like an old photograph, represent what fall means to me – a reflective, still moment captured in time. A memory worth archiving.
