Yes things are turning from yellow/purple/pink/white to green-green-green, but I love the last stragglers that scream purple for just a couple extra weeks before giving up the ghost.
This is a weird time of year. All the exuberant color is fading to brown and the world seems to be giving up and dying, letting everything get very cold and windy. It’s not the happiest time for me – I’m not a cold weather person. I prefer the sun and heat of summer – running through the grass, staying up til late, even mosquitoes don’t bother me much.
One of the things I love about photography is its ability to turn something ugly into something beautiful. Better said, perhaps, is that photography can isolate beauty in a subject. I don’t remember who said it or if I’m even paraphrasing correctly, but some photographer said that there is always a spectacular photo within 20 steps – you just have to find it. I love that an image of something that might be considered ugly can become “art”. This is most obvious in photographs of “urban decay” (we photographers love this stuff) but also something as simple as weeds.