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A quiet corner where autumn speaks in colors.
A simple wooden bench rests beneath a canopy of gold and fire, facing the calm water as if inviting you to pause for a moment. The fallen leaves, the warm light, the stillness — everything here feels untouched and timeless.
In places like this, you don’t just see the season… you feel it.
Ilgar Muradov
September had already turned the garden toward autumn, but one rose stayed in full bloom.
Adele stepped into that quiet moment like it had been waiting for her. Scarlet against the fading season, soft light, and a gaze that holds.
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Am Ahornboden wandern ist vor allem im Herbst ein unvergessliches Erlebnis. Der große Ahornboden im Karwendel in Tirol ist nämlich für seine unfassbar schöne Laubfärbung berühmt. Und zieht dann mit seinen über 2000 Bäumen jedes Jahr unzählige Menschen zum Wandern an. Nicht umsonst wurde der Große Ahornboden sogar zum Naturdenkmal erklärt.
Hiking at Ahornboden is an unforgettable experience, especially in autumn. The large Ahornboden in the Karwendel in Tyrol is famous for its incredibly beautiful foliage color. And then attracts with its over 2000 trees every year countless people to hike. It is not for nothing that the Große Ahornboden was even declared a natural monument.
Autumn is one of the most tender and touching seasons. Where there is fading, there is always beauty — especially when you realize that fading doesn’t mean death, it’s just sleep. Nature’s sleep, after which everything returns again, bringing new colours and peaking with new sounds the awakening of the world.
For now, I can endlessly admire the countless shades of autumn leaves, listen to their crunch underfoot, and breathe in the unique scent of earth, dampness, and fallen leaves. This is the time of year when you want to photograph everything around you and simply observe — with a cup of pumpkin latte in your glove-covered hands.
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Осень — один из самых трепетных и трогательных времен года. Там, где есть угасание, всегда есть красота. Особенно когда понимаешь, что угасание — не значит смерть, это просто сон, - сон природы, после которого всё обязательно пробудится вновь, заиграв новыми красками и звуками.
А пока, я могу бесконечно рассматривать бесчисленные осенние оттенки листвы, слушать их хруст под ногами, вдыхать неповторимый аромат земли, сырости и листьев. В это время года хочется фотографировать всё вокруг и просто созерцать — с чашкой тыквенного латте.
Vogel State Park is located 11 miles (18 km) south of Blairsville on US Highway 19 in the north Georgia mountains. The lake is named for Trahlyta, a Cherokee maiden who is buried a few miles from the park at Stonepile Gap.
Mountain climber wagon back to the Base Station.
The Mount Washington Cog Railway
Betton Woods, New Hampshire, USA
The tallest waterfall in Ohio, in the Cuyahoga Valley National Park, Brandywine Falls, here in Autumn a day after a rain.
For nearly 40 years, the folks at the Utah Department of Natural Resources have gathered the bison herd on Antelope Island to check their health and manage the population. This annual roundup draws people from all over the world, young and old, locals and travelers. This year, I chatted with a couple from Canada and a gentleman who had come all the way from Argentina.
The rider pictured here was an Utah native who’s been part of the roundup for years. At 80-plus years old, he told me he might only have a few more rides left with his trusty horse who’s now over 20 years old itself. But from what I saw, he looked tough as nails and ready for another day in the saddle.
Before the roundup began, I asked if he’d take a few warm-up laps around the open field. He grinned and asked, “Walk or run?”
“Run, of course,” I said.
And run they did.
From his hat, I’d guess he once rode with the U.S. Cavalry, the kind of man who’s spent a lifetime charging into life full stride, horse and all.
I think the round-up brings back a sense of history. A way to remember and maybe even romanticize today’s cowboys and cowgirls.
For nearly 40 years, the folks at the Utah Department of Natural Resources have gathered the bison herd on Antelope Island to check their health and manage the population. This annual roundup draws people from all over the world, young and old, locals and travelers. This year, I chatted with a couple from Canada and a gentleman who had come all the way from Argentina.
The rider pictured here was an Utah native who’s been part of the roundup for years. At 80-plus years old, he told me he might only have a few more rides left with his trusty horse who’s now over 20 years old itself. But from what I saw, he looked tough as nails and ready for another day in the saddle.
Before the roundup began, I asked if he’d take a few warm-up laps around the open field. He grinned and asked, “Walk or run?”
“Run, of course,” I said.
And run they did.
From his hat, I’d guess he once rode with the U.S. Cavalry, the kind of man who’s spent a lifetime charging into life full stride, horse and all.
I think the round-up brings back a sense of history. A way to remember and maybe even romanticize today’s cowboys and cowgirls.