When I think of fall...I think of home, and I think of Vermont. This past weekend I was home for October break and I took a surplus of photos of leaves, my kitchen, my dads garden, my cousins, my cats, pretty much everything I associate with autumn. To me, fall is my birthday, my home, apple crisp on the stove, pumpkin spice candles, my dad's homemade salsa, mason jars, the sun coming through the kitchen window, patches of scattered light on the floor, fiery red mountaintops, half barren trees, overlapping patterns of leaves covering the green grass, over saturated color that screams at me, patterned table clothes, apple cider, Burlington in full swing, cobblestone streets, cold rain, crisp mornings, and scarves. I can't wait to post more of my photos as I continue to sift through them all. But here is a quick preview of some fall close-ups.
Pools of leftover rainwater, gluing the leaves to a wooden bridge. Love the reflection, and how well you can see the water as it gathers around the edges of the leaves.
A droplet in the middle of an otherwise, relatively dry, path. I love the contrast of the diluted and heavy rocks against the frailty of the saturated, multicolored leaves that are thin, ripped, and weathered, contrasting again with the lines of the pine needles.
Milkweed blowing in the wind. Soft and serene.
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