Sunday I spent much of the day scouting a little further from home for potential fall color spots in SE Pennsylvania. But I am always amazed at what might be found just in my own backyard if I take the time to venture out a little further, look a little closer, and at the same time open myself up to possibilities.
I’ve admired this grove of wild sassafras in the Crum Woods for years, but I’ve never been able to capture what it is about them that I find so appealing. I’ve always taken a frame of the whole tree in its fall coat. But it’s the wildness and the twisted forms that really catch my imagination. They aren’t quite at their peak yet. But I realized today that the transition between summer and peak fall color is subtly beautiful. Why do most photographers always seek out the “show” or “color peak” to photograph trees in autumn? Perhaps because color has such a strong impact to images and our reactions to them. And don’t get me wrong… I love these images too. Fall color is a miracle to behold. But I find myself lingering longer with images that don’t have such a color punch, but where the colors play a softer role in my contemplative process.