Season of Colour

Autumn is the season when, realising the bleak greyness of winter is fast approaching, Nature has a last frantic display of colour. Take away the rapidly shrinking daylight hours and general dampness that's associated with it and autumn is easily my favourite season. I guess that shows me up for the hopeless romantic that I am.

I love the pictures of miles of rolling New England hillsides coloured in pretty much every shade but green, like nature's very own fireworks show. I'm not really a tree-hugging hippy type, but every so often you've got to look around you and be amazed at the the world.

This is a picture I took on the way into town this morning. I've been contemplating snapping the tree on the way in to work all week - at the start of the week the bight morning sun lit it up so that it shone a bright yellow with the York Minster in the background. I've always been late for work, or traffic has been in the shot, etc, so I've not taken it. Unfortunately it's now dropped most of it leaves, and it doesn't quite work, so I've had to made do with the leaves on the ground. Also, I managed to lose the sun for a few minutes when I took this one, so it came out a little greyer than I'd have liked.

Never mind, Nature will be doing these galas of colour this time every year for all eternity. That is of course, providing mankind manage not to stuff things up too much more than we already have.