When people talk about how much they love autumn, this is probably what they mean: golden leaves, somber weather, a crispness in the air.
I think about fall as kind of a haunted season – and not just because of Halloween. It’s haunted because things are dying, the darkness is growing, and cold winds start blowing. Persephone is leaving, and the world mourns.
It’s tough to keep a camera away from this season. Plus, I have a thing about cemeteries. They’re especially gorgeous and appropriate in autumn.