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If we take a Canadian perspective on these things: In Kyushu summer is hot and lengthy. April through October. Winter is mild and lasts just under two months. January and February. Autumn and spring squeeze in to what’s left of the calendar. So when the weather there jumps from hot to cold and cold to hot, you don’t get much of a transition period. All of a sudden you’re throwing all your Cosby sweaters in the closet and dusting off your stylish Nehru jacket for the evenings.
Nature also goes through a rapid shift. You often find insects and the like clinging to whatever warm surface they can find come November. Roads, posts, signs. The din of the chirping insects suddenly ends one night. Perhaps one lone survivor making noise in defiance of the Armageddon he just witnessed. I suppose if the insects of Japan give you the chills, autumn is the best time of the year there.
The butterfly up above failed to find safety.
It’s the last day of September today. Already the air is frigid, the leaves are changing their colors, and frost coats the land in the mornings. One of the benefits of the lengthy autumn here is that you do get a fair amount of time to photograph the leaves turning. If they decided to drop in Kyushu, you had to hope that it happened on your day off. Some species of tree would go from green, to a bright yellow, to bare all in the space of a week. I’d often miss the yellowing of some of the more photogenic trees so I’m hoping for more success while I’m still here in Canada.
I know… Autumn leaves. What a photography cliché! But get real. After two hundred years, there is nothing in photography that isn’t a cliché.