I guess many of you already know Autumn is my favorite season. There are countless reasons that make me love it: its gorgeous colors, the melancholic and magical atmosphere of some rainy or misty days (in which I enjoy being outside taking macros of dew-covered spider’s webs), the chilly weather that makes it beautiful to play in the garden with my cats, take long walks wearing my favorite cozy cardigan or read a book lying on the sofa, preferably with hot chocolate at hand 😉
But have I always enjoyed all this? Not at all! There was a time when I just couldn’t list anything nice about Autumn… I was probably 8 or 9 years old.
The teacher had given us a homework assignment: describing the season, explaining what was beautiful about it. After almost half an hour, the page was still blank (and I kept complaining Autumn sucked!)… so my mom decided to take me outside. She encouraged me to look at those beautiful colors and to play with the fallen leaves… it didn’t take long until I realized I loved Autumn and started writing a long essay about it. And now, several years later, I hold that memory in my heart and feel like there’s no better time of the year 🙂
9 years ago, when I started my photography path, Autumn was one of the first subjects I tried to capture (please ignore the selective color technique, I was very young…!), as you can see from the picture above.
The funniest thing about this story is that my mom is actually a Spring person and hates Autumn almost as much as she hates Winter… every time she says she doesn’t understand how someone could possibly like Autumn, I remind her about that essay and the fact it was only after seeing Autumn through her eyes that I fell in love with it!
This post belongs to a blog circle called Sisterhood Stories. Please read my friend Kay’s entry and complete the circle! 🙂