The older I get the more I fall in love with November. Often glossed over and left riding the coattails of Octobers shine, November is the forgotten month. Giddy anticipation for fall has lost its luster and is replaced with countdowns til Christmas and wishes for snow. But there are beautiful things happening in the quiet corners of November that many who move too quickly will miss. A subtle stirring— a preparation for sleep. The leaves only weeks prior, renowned for their vibrancy quickly forgotten because they’ve fallen, but do you not see we’ve been given the gift to now walk amongst them— a sea of burnt umber like warm fire at our feet. Cascading down to cover every inch of the earth— decoupaged across even the surface of the water— deep black and sinking burgundy. The death of a season. The whole world turns over in a hazy hush. Do not curse the way she dims her light, for she is only welcoming us all to slow, slow, slow down… close your eyes… breathe… the rest can wait.
This shoot was spur-the-moment inspired by November’s beauty, my adoration for the way fallen leaves look on the water, and my mood as I prepare to end my 2024 photography season and shift into hibernation mode.
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