A Look at Fall in Kentucky

Every year plays out a different yet familiar dialog where the summer seems to linger and hang on well past the time most of us are ready to let go of it. September rolls around and we begin to see hints of what is to come. The evenings begin a progressive change from sultry to a welcoming coolness, wayward breezes search for the tops of trees, and the aroma of fall begins to prevail. Some of those trees develop a promising change of color, very subtle at first but as each day progresses, more and more yellow, a splash of red, a touch of orange infiltrates the landscape. The autumn harvest is in full swing as farmers tend to their fields stirring dust into the cleaner air as the combines do their work. Then October is upon us before we know it, yet the grasp of summer lingers seemingly never to let go until one day, near the end of the month, virtually over night the landscape explodes into a senses engulfing kaleidoscope of color. Fall in Kentucky has arrived and with it begins the photographers delight.

I actually enjoy all four seasons and especially those transitional times between seasons, but perhaps fall is my favorite, for with it comes probably the most dramatic change of the year where the prevailing green of summer explodes into the reds, oranges, and yellows of cooler weather. These color contrasts become a haven for photographers and capturing them becomes an obsession. Photographers become almost neurotic because they know the season is short and within a few days most of the color will be gone. So, we photograph in haste, searching here and far for that special moment of season defining light.

We develop a sixth sense where at a glance we spy unique blend of sky, color, and light across a field or hovering over a small back road stream. We travel the back roads with shifting eyes catching for an instant that one shot...then drive too far only to turn around to find it again.

We look closely into the trees and discover single leaves that speak to us about their last days of glory filled with a final vibrant message of color.

We zoom in close and isolate those moments, and then the next moment we turn around and recognize the contrasts of color against a cobalt blue sky.

We listen, we hear, we see, we sense what is happening around us. We are always concerned about the what if's. What if I had been hear earlier, or what if I was at that other location, or what if rains tonight and knocks down all the leaves before I can capture everything I aspire to capture.

Fall creates a neurosis in photographers like no other time of year. And yes, it is perhaps, or maybe certainly is my favorite time of year. I am a photographer and I live for such moments.