Grand Theft Autumn

While Christmas adverts are already being shown across a range of television channels, Autumn seems to be hiding it’s head beneath the mostly green foliage. The beauty of decaying leaves has always caught my eye, but before I can even think about getting my camera out, the snow seems to have passed and spring is willing a new lease of life into nature. This

year was different… I’d hoped.

Photo days with my mother are enjoyable, but sparse, so when a sunny and relatively warm Saturday afternoon held promises of golden walkways and branches embellished with bronze blades, who were we to refuse a walk? We headed west with a rough idea of where we were going, and ended up in somewhere completely unplanned. St Fagans Welsh Natural History Museum. Not having been there since I was in school some number of years ago, it couldn’t hurt to have a cultural photographical stroll.

I was ready to be punched in the face with some Autumn as soon as we entered through the modern main building. Managing to escape into the open without bruises we wandered onwards, searching for any traces of yellow, bronze, red or gold. This was going to be a long treasure hunt it seemed.

I’m not sure if we were too early, or too late but finding Autumnal inspiration was proving difficult. The scenes displayed to us within the grounds were pleasing on the eye, but nothing on what we’d hoped for. Needless to say, our cameras didn’t go unused and I’m sure we clocked up a mile or two.

I’ll have to pencil in some time for a return trip, but for now, I’ve managed to use the wonders of computer software to falsify the seasonal formalities.