This time of year, I rarely leave my house without my cannon slung over my shoulder and a backpack of lenses strapped to my back.
These days are long and golden. They are warm sunlight, wind whipping through the tall grass and rust-colored corn fields. They are writing and coffee and writing and coffee and more of the same. They are kayaking and listening to Canadian geese come in for a landing each night, and waking to their joyful chorus each morning.
It's watching the sheep and the horses graze the hillsides, so contented within themselves - free, wild, at one with the earth they roam.
These days are for dwelling. For letting go of the clutter, and sinking deep into what is real and here and now as one sinks back into a homemade quilt stretched over their bed.
To me, it is the season in which the mountains ignite and the harvest moon rises in golden glory. I hope that through these snapshots I can share just a bit of what this time of year means to me with you.
Do you love autumn? What is your favorite thing about this time of year? What is your favorite thing to do in the fall? Let me know, I would love to hear about your own journey, friend. 🍁🍂