Colors of the Fall

The other day I went to a funeral service in a small village near my town. The atmosphere was overwhelming, and the weather was cold and cloudy. Gray, compact, stratus clouds. A heart attack; and he was not even old. Nor young, yet not old...

On the way towards the church and the graveyard, I've noticed many colorful chrysanthemum by the fences.

In a churchyard by a river,

Lazing in the haze of midday...

While on my way back, I've shot some of them because I saw pretty colors in a gray day.

Fall. Fall in love.

A few weeks ago, a menu plate at the entrance of a terrace displayed an interesting text related to the newly coming season.

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.

Today, after suggesting a title to a photo, I've remembered the above lines. Curious about who would be the author, I did a quick research on the web. I've discovered a name: Andrea Gibson. As stated on her website, she is a poet and an activist.

If you like the above photo, you might like the other ones from the very same album!