Today I was thinking monochrome...and a little bit of color splash. So, what if I will share some of my photo edits with my friends via the challenge I started with my friend @erikah? 🙂 So, for the third week of the seasonchallenge, I will share black and white photos.
Halloween is just around the corner and spooky stuff slowly overtake the house. I gave up telling my son that pumpkins are not supposed to sit at the table during lunch or have the best place on the couch. It's a lost battle. 🙂
So I got back to my flowers and photo editing.
The first edit is one of the last shots I took back in September. My beautiful red rose was ready to face Autumn with its blushed cheeks and a wonderful scent. Do you want to know something funny? With all the heat we experienced this Fall, it is still blooming. 🙂
Panasonic DMC-FZ7, f/8, 1/1600 s, 6 mm, ISO 400, Photoshop Express edited
But if roses are merely an accident during the Autumn, some berries are a certain thing. European cranberrybush is a beautiful red sparkle on every damp soil. However, its fruits are a little bit toxic. Some Autumn abundance, right? 🙂
Panasonic DMC-FZ7, f/5.6, 1/400 s, 6 mm, ISO 400, Photoshop Express edited
And finally some poisoning beauty, the European yew. I think I have more than a hundred photos of this amazing evergreen and its fruits. I am fascinated by these little red drops.
Panasonic DMC-FZ7, f/4, 1/60 s, 6 mm, ISO 400, Photoshop Express edited
In the end, I want to share with you a wonderful poem dedicated to the Fall, written by one of my favourite poets, Autumn by Charles Baudelaire:
Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows,
And all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone.
I already hear the dead thuds of logs below
Falling on the cobblestones and the lawn.
All of winter will return to me:
derision, Hate, shuddering, horror, drudgery and vice,
And exiled, like the sun, to a polar prison,
My soul will harden into a block of red ice.
I shiver as I listen to each log crash and slam:
The echoes are as dull as executioners' drums.
My mind is like a tower that slowly succumbs
To the blows of a relentless battering ram.
It seems to me, swaying to these shocks, that someone
Is nailing down a coffin in a hurry somewhere.
For whom? -- It was summer yesterday; now it's autumn.
Echoes of departure keep resounding in the air.
It is quite fit with my monochrome photos, right? 🙂
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