A little bit abstract…
a smidgen of impressionistic…
a soupçon of reversed reality.
or no more than a colorful smear—colors juxtaposed and intermingled, as if the scene might have been shattered and hastily reassembled, now recognizable only because the hues look as though they could have come from the seasonal palette.
Autumn, yet not quite autumn; autumn once-removed.
I like to photograph things as seen in water's mirror.
A good thing, I suppose, seeing as how my front yard is a pastoral river with pools and riffles and lots of available reflections.
At least I don't have to go far to practice my predilection.
Do you like autumn's once-removed views?
Double-click, let me know…I'd be curious to hear.
