Hoping for fog floating over the water’s surface, I went early this morning to Fortune Lake. My initial disappointment (at no fog) turned to a breathless gasp as I came upon the stunning reflection in the clear smooth water: the ridge on the opposite side of the lake was in full colour, the lake was like glass and, the colours advanced so rapidly in just the few days since I’d been there. What beauty. This recent bursting forth of splendour seems such a paradox in this season of decline, with leaves drying, seeds being scattered on the earth and, days getting shorter and darker. What artist would ever have painted a season of dying with such a vivid palette if nature had not done it first?
Some examples of nature’s palette taken at Fortune Lake, a bog along the ‘North Loop’ and at the duck pond near P8.
