Village, Scarlet and Bokeh

In the village, scarlets, plums and deep inky blues are creeping into view, their emergence out of summer's dusty greens motivated by cooler evenings and gently ruffling winds at nightfall. When Beau and I potter off in the morning, there are glossy coins of dew everywhere. No frost yet though...

In summer, a small gasp of koi or nishikigoi (錦鯉, "brocaded carp") makes its home in the shaded pond underneath this Japanese maple, but the fish are about to be moved to indoor tanks for the winter, and when they go, the pond will be a different place. I didn't know until recently that a colony of koi is called a gasp. Beau and I visit the pond and her maple on morning walks until all her leaves have fallen, and the waters below her branches are covered with snow.

As often as we witness the turning of the seasons and the vivid entities coming into being, the morphing of the village into deeper and more intense hues always takes us (and the camera) by surprise.  Autumn transformations are magics of a wilder kind, and I can't imagine living this old life without being among them, watching as they flare and swirl and dance, blithely remaking the world in stunning elemental colors.

Northern light dazzles the eyes, and it lingers lovingly on everything it touches in its journey across the eastern Ontario highlands at this time of the year. I wish I could paint everything it touches. Come to think of it, that is just what my lens is doing. All I do is hold the camera and point it.