Weird thing: I can’t begin to explain why, but there’s just a distinctive difference between a warm, sunny day in spring, and one in fall. Same temperature, same lack of clouds… but even if I’m not looking at the greenery I still feel the difference. Something about the light.
It’s, as I say, weird. Probably there’s an obvious reason for it that I’m missing. Or I’m mildly crazy. Or embrace the healing power of ‘and,’ I guess.
“Quality of the light” is a real thing.
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Visit some of the spots the european painters liked to go hang out and paint stuff in sometime, you’ll see what I mean.
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Mew
Canaletto springs to mind. Or the Hudson Valley School. Or Geoff Hunt, who painted the covers for the Aubrey-Maturin novels…
In the Spring it’s one of many to come. In the Fall, it may be the last chance to enjoy something you like.
I think you’re on to something there.
For a given temperature, the fall air is generally drier and less filled with pollen…
Plus, the smell of burning leaves used to be awesome before the air quality nazis got involved. And before you start, yes, I have bad allergies and am a borderline asthmatic.
HF