Leaves fall to the ground covering the dirty ground with rust. No other season ever makes redheads so attractive. Autumn brings back hugs to the bedrooms on the cold nights and tons of cinnamon tea. The heavy wind cries outside our walls competing for attention with the noises of the busy Camden High Street.
This time of the year I spend my evenings editing photos. Golden sun no longer shines after working hours. All the location shoots are left for the weekends under a question mark or an umbrella. Autumn brings calm after restlessness of the summer nights filled with running around with a camera, endless banter and saying yes to everything.
With rain and cold air outside and blues in my ears I let go of everything. It’s easier to see clearly what is it that I really want and that I don’t necessarily need it to happen right now. Good things require time to grow. These are just the days that must happen to you. Autumn is painfully beautiful, so short and dark, and I can never get rid of a feeling that it will never fully belong to me. Some things are supposedly more precious because they don’t last for long. Autumn came with wind and gold, dancing dream that will end before it even started.
These photos are from a walk around Notting Hill with Riennahera in September. That day I had the most rogue sense of humour that clearly interfered with beauty and classiness of that neighbourhood. We discovered some wonderful secret gardens and elven houses but no, we didn’t sneak in inside.
