There is a moment which clearly marks the transition between the autumn of the colors and the pre-winter, bare and monochromatic one. It usually happens at the beginning of October, when the golden leaves of birches come all together to the end of their life path. In the very days when waxwings, fieldfares and redwings come in waves to strip the rowans from their berries, deleting the residual red patches from the landscape, a couple of very windy days makes the same transformation erasing the yellow, and changing the birches in black and white ghosts with a silky skin. The picture comes from the day after one of those windstorms, a morning hailed by a glorious light shining on the bell tower of Särna’s new church, so enhancing in backlight the trees new dress. Or better: its absence. Comments are closed.
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I live in Sweden, in Särna (Dalarna). The Chronicles are a photo diary about the nature (but not just) here around and from all the Scandinavian areas where my photo job takes me.
My book: "My Sweden - Tales from an Italian photographer in the North" is available in the bookstores and by the publisher.
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