I usually don’t like when writers say words can’t express… — and I didn’t like in an earlier post when I said that I felt that a photograph couldn’t do the season justice. I have to believe that words can express, and that a photograph can hold as much beauty and complexity as my eyes see, or at least close to it.
That said, these photographs don’t fully meet that challenge, as least not to me. (Uh, it might help if I walked outside — I just liked the grid.) But to me they’re better than nothing, for now. Color is blinding.