Not more than two and a half months have gone since I first saw these little ferns, Gymnocarpium dryopteris, unfolding their leaves like petals of flowers, with such a tender green to be almost impossible to catch on picture; like wings of just hatched butterflies which are filling with air, lying in thousands under the protective watch of pines and birches, drawing a living carpet that seemed to swarm though it was completely still, or, at least, barely stirred by a puff of forest breeze. Now, twelve weeks later – a time which in other species might mean a gestation, not a whole life - here they are giving up, shrinking, turning brown, standing in colors from the blanket of moss that grew after them, and under them; it being still green indeed, as if it is sucking their hue from below, and the life force with it. Autumn comes soon in the North, and by what a mountain of trivialities I could muddy this space on such a subject, that I'll leave to you to imagine; and I refrain from doing so. 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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