It was an okay-looking day, and I really wasn’t in the mood for more NaNoWriMo preparation, so we piled into Arabella† and headed off to La Celette, a commune only ten minutes from us (it is the church at La Celette in this post). The autumn colours are particularly bold this year, and I knew that to take the trip without a camera would be just plain wrong.
La Celette boasts a spectacular viaduct that allows passage over a deep valley. As we crossed the structure, it was clear that we were in for something of a treat. Of course, Trevor didn’t know that; he’s something of a philistine when it comes to appreciating the beauty of nature. Each walk, to him, is a potential hunting trip.
We could have wished for better light, but at least it wasn’t foggy or, worse still, raining.
Trevor is very good off the lead. I can’t say he doesn’t run off – if he see, hears, senses or even imagines there to be something for him to kill, he will chase off after it. He does, however, always come back when called. Eventually. Mostly though, he stays close to the source of treats!
What can I say about this image? At least he wasn’t in his own back yard.
Unchecked growth in the hedgerows provided some excellent opportunities for framing the colourful backdrops.
And then the rain came.
Happily, it didn’t last long and it wasn’t heavy. As the rain stopped, nature apologised as only nature can.
The double rainbow gave a splendid contrast to the deep reds, oranges and yellows of the foliage.
And then, for the first time that day, the sun came out.
The late afternoon sun produced long shadows that showed clearly the height of the viaduct. The ‘blob’ on the right-hand hedge is me, taking the photograph. The smaller one on the left-hand hedge is Trevor.
I call this Self-portrait with wife and dog (Trevor’s shadow is barely perceptible to the left of our taller shadows).
†Arabella? Here she is.
Why Arabella? Simply because this model was marketed under that name in the United Kingdom, and it’s a nice name; more refined than Lizzie, don’t you think?