The beauty of the mountains splotchy with the colors of Autumn, the way the light plays off of the water, the looking glass clear reflections that seem so surreal, touch my very soul. There is something about the splendor of the mountains that awakens the child in me. I feel younger, I feel invincible……I feel alive.
There is nothing like Autumn in the South, particularly in the mountains, hills, dales and hollers of West Virginia. The Oaks, the Poplars, the Sycamores and the Pines each add their own unique signature to the hillsides as they insist on one last blast of glory before fading into the rest of Winter. The Pines, whose beauty shines year round, display such splendid hues of green they seem to be competing with the amber, gold, auburn, cinnamon, and scarlet of the other less fortunate trees.
Even the water seems to want to play with the hues and textures of Autumn. The greens and browns of the underwater plants and mosses seem to burst forth from crystalline water in an understated symphony for the eyes. One only has to pause for a moment and look into a reflecting pool of water to see the almost imperceptible struggle between the underwater world and the rapidly changing world of trees.
The scenery changes so rapidly that it is possible to miss some of the raging glory of colors unless one is diligent in their observations. Only a few days ago I had the pleasure of taking some wonderful Autumn pictures, yesterday I once again traveled the very same roads only to find that the palette of colors have once again shifted in the continuing dance of death that we call Fall.
Here are a few of my new pictures:
Until next time, Dodadaghovi.