"Go as far as you can see; when you get there you'll be able to see farther." ~ Thomas Carlyle
There is snow on the ground here now, a soft, feather-light cloud, embracing every surface as it arrives, gently impelling frail vegetation to lie down under white eiderdown. Just a while ago, frosts stung plants’ edges, needling brilliant bruises that soon faded, leaving dermal ruination. Beige, brown, bone and stone colours blended the wizened scenery – a composite of lines and shapes, of the infinite array of light and shadow. The palette of dry neutrals in which colour is only a distraction, fade to two dimensions that tempt a brush with an open palm. The tactility of the landscape then, like a fine brocade, an enticement to touch; the season an earnest meditation to the opulence of summer’s sybaritic theatre.
““Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Using black and white for fall is a novel idea and makes one look again at the plants.
Thank you, Red. I’m not usually drawn to black and white, but I felt that it gave these images a much more tactile quality.
love how you have handled the textures with words and photos. Been indoors sick for a few days so it will be a real shock to the system to go outdoors since the temperature dropped. Jane
So sorry to hear you have been sick, Jane. It is always a struggle to acclimatize to the cold this time of year, I hope you’re well now and adapting well. Thank you so much for your kind compliment.
Totally agree with ” red “. Very eloquently described…
I appreciate your praise very much, OA. Thank you for stopping in.
Cindy, I can’t add anything to what has already been said. You rock!!!
Thank you, Bob. You know I think you’re pretty cool too.
Wow, so much gorgeousness! You made nature looks awesome in B&W.
Thank you very much Kia and Zeno. I hope things are going well with you. I’m very out of touch lately.
You’re not the only one who’s a little out of touch. The nice thing about most of the blogs I follow is that they’re not time-sensitive. In fact, I’m enjoying autumn posts even more now, since we’re just moving into autumn here in coastal Texas.
The thought of doing landscapes in black and white isn’t common, but it’s worked rather well for a few folks. Ansel Adams comes to mind. It words well here, too. There’s something almost architectural about the grasses, particularly. This is a lovely gallery of images.
Black and white is seldom my choice, it doesn’t ‘move me’ like colour. But I did like the texture of these. Just moving into autumn…it already feels like winter has been here for months. We adjust quickly, don’t we?