I am Gone into the Fields . . .
October 5, 2015
“I leave this notice on my door
For each accustom’d visitor —
‘I am gone into the fields
To take what this sweet hour yields.'”
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, from “The Invitation”
Fall is in the air. Mornings now are often foggy, but this melancholy grayness usually burns off making way to mellow sunshine. I had the urge to drive in the country to see the rural landscape slipping into autumn, so even though the day started off foggy and gray, I headed north to the Skagit Valley. The sun never did break through. So I was prepared to photograph the lovely grays, browns, yellows and greens of our fall palette.
My first stop was Jello Mold Farm to photograph in the flower fields. The end-of-the-season dahlias and zinnias brought an array of surprising summery colors through my viewfinder. But I’ll save those photos for another post or two. Today I will share photos from my walk through the flower fields.
October 5, 2015 at 6:24 am
Lovely. I enjoy the seedheads and fading flowers as much as the riotous spring.