Fall is lame here. I don’t know if it’s that the temperature change in England is too gradual or what, but the leaves don’t turn colors. They just turn brown. It’s inadequate.
I’m used to the gaudy variety of American northeast autumns. Here’s a picture of one of the prettiest ones I ever experienced:
This is Edna St. Vincent Millay‘s old tennis court in Austerlitz, NY. Her 600-acres there are now an art colony. Artists of all kinds, including writers, can apply for one-month residencies. I was there, back in October ’93, with four others. We had all 600 acres to ourselves.
We lived in a barn:
A caretaker and his wife shopped and cooked for us. We each had a private studio in which to create, and all that beauty to wander around in.
One of the other artists who shared that month with me is Thomas Paquette, who happens to paint autumn beautifully. If, like me, you live somewhere where the leaves just aren’t doing their job right, check out his art and refresh yourself.
And if you think some solitude and concentrated work time would do you good, apply for residency next year.
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