Fall is one of my favorite seasons. Although its beginning is a reminder of a great loss in my life. My mother passed on such a day. She loved the fall as well. My first watercolor painting was done on a paper plate. It was quite impromptu. I never thought I could paint at all. My brother is an artist and so was my dad. So, for me to even dream of painting anything was a remote thought. However, when my mom died I felt an enormous void. Reluctantly I went out and bought a watercolor kit. I painted a tree as seen from a terrace. The leaves float from the tree onto the terrace’s bright multicolored ceramic tile. I considered the painting a tribute to my mother. So every autumnal equinox I am reminded of the beginning of the end of things. Fall begins; summer ends. I delight in the variety of color the trees exhibit. I look towards the sky and think of my mom and wonder if there is ever a fall in heaven. Paradise is always depicted as an eternal spring. Whatever the case may be I try to be still in the moment.
The photographs that follow are a glimpse into what fall can bring to the view.