Alchemist: What a beautiful analogy for how I feel about most of humanity; A burning sun can not penetrate but with the softest and most exceptional of light, while all the world wishes to slumber beneath its clouded glory. Then your puddle of yellow (one of the more neglected autumn colors I believe) is a true delight. I would not be sorry to walk that path any time of year I think.
Foxbat: what can I say but "you had me at 'hello'" the vibrancy of your color gives life to a dying time of year so that even I (who prefers spring) could love it through your eyes. I feel that both your pieces give life to a time of death. the color of the church yard, warm sandstone, vibrant grass are delectable contrasts to the stoic black and grey of the headstones and wall. And I adore how the trees are reaching for that last ray of light and hope. And again in your second the defiant brilliance of the apple amongst the dried and impenetrable seeds beside it shout out to me "Death is not so certain as one would think, enjoy the sweetness of life while it lasts, for as the evidence around me hints, it will not last long enough to enjoy all its sweetness"
Spring: I can just imagine the conversation at that window. "arent you glad we're tucked away in here?" "oh yes, look at those poor devils freezing out there" "where? I want to see?" "oh move your great head! their not dieing yet, but they will. believe me they will" *leafy snickers* of course I imagine the berries to be opposite them and making rather rude faces which are more comical than offensive.
Talysia: what beautiful leaves and delicious looking nuts!! they instantly bring to mind walking home and picking up every pretty thing I saw to give to my mother (who then threw them out when she thought I wasn't looking after forbidding me to bring them inside, but no matter) I always adore how autumn brings to life for all to see the under-hues to all the vibrant greens of spring and summer.
Mouse: a threat of cold on a gorgeous summer day is exactly how I remember autumn from my youth. exactly what you captured in that 'smidge of autumn.'
Hoopy: what an extraordinary angle on an extraordinary tree! I feel as though I'm caught in a whirlwind of fire and being swept up to the sky, with great snakes undulating around me. not sure exactly how I got that out of such a lovely tree, flashing its autumn finery, but there it is. and I enjoyed it.
Abernovo: I see you climbed upon a roof to get a shot of the surrounding valley, a climb whose view is well worth the effort I would say.
Hex: I absolutely adore your doorbell!! That it's just clear is so welcoming, and that it's surrounded says to me that the warm home it belongs to invites people in before they need ring it. Perhaps because its 'neglect' is so beautiful I cannot suspect it of coming from a cold or unfeeling nature.
Alex: in both your shots I find the comforting perfection that is Home autumn in the evergreen lands is a beauty those on the fiery coast opposite us can not truly appreciate. The promise of a winter that is not devoid of life or beauty, the towering stoic promise of undying, unyielding, love *gets chocked up* where else is a time of death more tolerable than in a garden of life?
Stormfeather: the warm inviting cheer of a fire says "Autumn" to me in so many ways. as the days begin to shorten and the nights to grow colder, my family would always clear the floral displays and candles out of the fireplace and set the grate in ready for winter use. how many cheerful nights we sat around laughing and talking, enjoying just being together. more recently my parents have hosted SMORE parties around the family fire place. The mess four delighted grandsons can make of SMOREs cooked indoors is wondrous to witness and almost impossible to clean up completely. I highly recommend it.
CyBeR: *contented sigh* sweeping panoramic views, yes, I can see how impossible it would be to reduce such grandeur to something manageable.