“The yellow glistens.
It glistens with various yellows,
Citrons, oranges and greens
Flowering over the skin.”
― Wallace Stevens
Good bye, for the season, yellow. Now that December has arrived, there are simply no more traces of bright, sunshine yellow. In autumn, the leaves progressed from crimson, to pinks, oranges and browns, and through it all, there was always a trace of yellow. Be it from birch, maple, or tamarack, there was always yellow to be found somewhere. At times, the entire forest was aglow with yellow, whole sections of the forest floor carpeted in this bright cheerful colour.
Suddenly, it’s gone. I’m not talking the muted remains, now fading to murky brown or gray. I’m talking about the pure, bold, eye-catching, light up my world yellows. So I reflect back to a day, not so distant, when I found a grove of maple trees that were in their full yellow glory. I looked up through the branches and leaves which filtered the autumn sunlight to a warming glow. I made the image above to document that moment, even as they began to show a change, prior to falling.
Today, I’m happy to reflect back on this image, recalling the warmth of the sun on my face and the sheer joy of standing in this place, surrounded by the brilliant maples, soaking up the colour, knowing that it would eventually transition, as the cycle continues and the world prepares to sleep, for a while.
Tamron SP 70-200mm f/2.8 Di VC USD @ 145 mm
1/200 sec, f/7.1, ISO 200