RUST

As the Sun begins to cool, everything is at its prime, its most full. The land is bathed in amber light: colours glow more sensual and bold. Nature as a metallic peacock. An earthy majesty, willing you to savour it before it falls; inviting you to touch, taste, immerse yourself in it, and walk on its red carpet. The last and the best.

     

I think of rusty iron sheds, taking shelter in flame-coloured trees. A Carravagio painting. His bowl spilling over with succulent fruits speckled with dew.This time of year is a sensory feast.