Once the first November storms have blown through there never seems to be much of autumn left. Except for trees in sheltered places they end up looking mostly bare, stripped of their finery and somewhat bedraggled. But colour is still around, you just have to look in a different direction for it.
Often I will take a leisurely walk through a wood after a particularly windy spell just to look at the kaleidoscope of colour that is now lying on the floor. Sometimes I can’t resist the urge to kick a pile up into the air so that I can watch them fall again. Childish I know, but it’s harmless fun, especially if no one else knows, so let’s keep this between you and me.
Sometimes leaves aren’t the only things stirred up in a storm. A blanket of bubbles can form in streams and collect in eddy currents, getting thicker and thicker. Froth is what my wife derisorily calls it. For me it’s another element to put in a picture. If I can get colourful leaves and bland froth together, I will. And if I can get static and moving elements to contrast with each other, I’ll do that too. Just as I did here.