Glory of Autumn

Ok, so I can't quite leave autumn yet. The first snow of the season is forecasted for tomorrow, and winter-time proper starts with the changing of the clocks at the end of the coming week. But the last glorious gasps of autumn are often the most spectacular, especially when the sky is blue and the sun embraces each leaf with glowing, mellow warmth. I love to look up at the trees at such times, because their majesty is never more beautiful or comforting. Soon they will be naked, stripped of their finery, before perhaps being dressed again in a winter coat of snow. Each season has its rich gifts of course, but autumn remains my favourite, always. Location: Oslo, Norway