Kathryn The Photographer: Walking through an Autumnal Gosfield forest, with all its golden toned leaves, reminded me of poem by Carl Sandburg – Autumn Movement about the changing season. One of my favourite things about living in England is the change in seasons.
I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper
sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes,
new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind,
and the old things go, not one lasts
‘Autumn Movement’ by Carl Sandburg
The location inspired notions of graceful motion, and a serene mood. With the warm glow from the golden leaves, to the mauve tones in the cool November air, my heart literally skipped a beat at the ethereal spirit of the time of year. Everything about this shoot was inspired by the location, its movement, delicacy and colour palette.