I am a person who loves living in the throbbing heart of a city. Whichever city I happen to be calling home at that time, and there have been a few over the years. I am also a ‘summer person’ which is quite ironic in that I don’t much like the ocean and possess skin that only has to sense the word ‘sunshine’ before turning a bright shade of crimson.
And so knowing this background you will probably understand why normally I loath the nexus from summer into autumn. Because of course autumn or ‘fall’ if you are that way inclined really means that winter is coming. And I hate winter. Formerly I thought of autumn kind of like being told you’re going to the gallows but, good news! – not for a few weeks. Fair to say I haven’t been a fan of the season nor the countryside much. That is until now…
You see I’ve had a change of heart. I actually think my reframing is mostly a result of getting older. At 22 I was gazing at Munich mädchens (girls) across crowded beer halls while now at 42 I catch myself captured by beauty of another kind – something as simple as a fallen acorn nestled amidst autumnal foliage. What the h3ll is going on?
The whole premise behind this blog – Thirty Summers – is to Escape Ordinary. To encourage those reading, whether 18 or 88 years of age, to side-step hum drum and status quo. You can read more on the Thirty Summers ‘About Us’ page regarding our ‘purpose’.
And I guess I’m actually starting to practice what I preach. You see I didn’t for damn sure drive a couple of hours this week to take a picture of an acorn.
I did purposely go ‘up country’ to photograph autumnal colours and to take advantage of what I supposed was going to be the last warm day until spring. There were a couple of loose plans made but it was more like drawing in the four corners of a square but leaving the lines unplanned. The Oak Forest near to Harcourt, Victoria was a ‘line’ of the square not a ‘dot’.
This part of South Eastern Australia has become a recent photographic muse to me. I have lived in Melbourne since 1998 all of that time no more than 5 kms from the central CBD. It wasn’t until about six months ago that I made the one and half hour journey up the freeway to Castlemaine and its environs. I think I have probably been back about five or six times since.
I love the landscapes, small hamlets, laid-back locals and Gold Rush history in the region. They all combine to provide the quintessential essence of escape. Click to read more about this fascinating amalgam of Castlemaine history and scenery in our previous Photo Essay.
So now I stand before you as a born-again Autumn lover. In fact I’ve totally Fall(en) for it. The images in this post are the main reason why.
Autumn Colours. (Click an image to enlarge)