I love Autumn’s palette. Perhaps more than any other season. It has only been recently that I’ve become Summer’s deepest acolyte. Up until this expanse of grey, I would have told you that I loved the fall most. For its color.  For its textures. Even for its light. Best. With complete loyalty.

Clearly, I am fickle.

Where once the misty quality of Autumn’s light would have enchanted me, I am now finding it my undoing.  Product shots, pictures for this blog, the random snap-shot of my life beg for natural light. Natural light is not to be found, unless filtered through layer upon layer of grey. The sun, which never really took up residence here, has packed her bags and headed for climes most southern. And in her wake, is this impenetrable grey.

But I refuse to be undone by the lack of light. Today, I broke out a new lens to tackle the issue directly. It has numbers and buttons and can do more than I can imagine. It will, of course, mean deciphering the user manual. However, you know and I know that I am unlikely to read the manual. Instead, I will just shoot. Pick up the camera. Click. Click. Click.

A terribly violent word, shoot, for such a gentle craft. But shooting I am.  Shooting to pierce through layer upon layer of grey. Shooting to find some remaining trace of the sunlight I remember. Shooting to capture what was once my favorite. Redemption, conversion, returning to an old love. A deep love. Autumn in all her glory, in all her color, in all her texture. Shooting to be enraptured once again.

I am fickle at heart.  But I will not be undone by a lack of light.