Autumn and Disappointment

In the past, we usually visited a cottage from late September to around Thanksgiving, which generally occurs around October 10, give or take. The cottage was on a large tract of forested land, and there was colour to be seen on the property. There was also an abundance of colour in the environs.

That door is now closed, but Sue and I were able to take a number of local excursions last year, which we enjoyed quite a lot. While I am not going to go back and dig up a bunch of those photos, this is one that I have readily at hand because I recently re-edited it.

I took this picture as we left Wheelers Maple Sugar Camp last year after a pancake brunch and a walk through the sugar bush. I would have liked to return for an earlier-in-the-day photo this year, but the pandemic renders many plans and wishes null and void.

There was a blank/bald sky, so I recently added a sky in post, just because I could. Therefore, the photo is somewhat current in a sense, and it fits with this post.

I have been bemoaning the early change in colour this year, accompanied by much poor weather. With much leaf fall already, the 14-day forecast is almost nothing but cloud and rain, so it doesn't appear that we will be doing much autumn rambling this year.

The one bright spot in the forecast is for Thanksgiving weekend itself, which will be next weekend, October 9 -12. I know that Americans find the date of our Thanksgiving a little jarring, but it does pretty well coincide with harvest time and fall fairs. It does make sense.

Only recently did I discover that what we now call fall or autumn, was once simply referred to as harvest. As time went on, fall/autumn gained ground with fall predominating in North America and autumn in Britain. I use both words, but I prefer autumn and use it more when blogging. I might say fall more in daily life, but I am not sure as this is a recent thought.

I took this photo on Monday after our trip to Tweed. I saw light on the trees as we crossed the bridge just a mile away from home. Once we unpacked the car, I returned for a photo; unfortunately, much of the light was gone. I mean the light looks good enough in the photo, but it has been special earlier.

This was taken from the bridge that I previously said that I would never return to for another photo due the the heavy traffic, but as you can see, I was drawn back. It was to a different part of the bridge and later in the day, so the traffic wasn't quite as overwhelming.

In fact, I wanted to return again but just a little earlier when the light would be perfect. I would then use use my longest reaching lens to close in on that tree to the left. That does not appear likely this year with cloud and rain dominating the extended forecast. 

I guess the current, disappointing weather fits perfectly with this pandemic year