Father Hood
FATHER HOOD: OCTOBER
The green elm with the one great bough of gold
Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, —
The short hill grass, the mushrooms small milk-white,
Harebell and scabious and tormentil,
That blackberry and gorse, in dew and sun,
Bow down to; and the wind travels too light…
Just a few weeks ago I had a wonderful photo shoot with the funniest Father and his adorable son. It took place in Västerås Sweden. Undoubtedly, our forests are picturesque no matter the time of the year, but this time it was particularly special.
Autumn was not yet properly golden and red so we had a lot of green still left in the background. Despite that one could feel the scent of dry leaves and pines with a pinch of soil taste on your tongue. You could feel that slightly cold and humid air touching your skin, and breaking through the branches, were rays of sunlight inviting laughter and joy.
After our forest shoot we headed home for fika (tea/coffee break) and some games.That led to some more exciting shoots where I eventually used some studio lights to brighten up the dark room.
Super Dad and Son were just awesome this beautiful Autumn day.
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To shake the fallen birch leaves from the fern;
The gossamers wander at their own will.
At heavier steps than birds’ the squirrels scold.
The rich scene has grown fresh again and new
As Spring and to the touch is not more cool
Than it is warm to the gaze; and now I might
As happy be as earth is beautiful,
Were I some other or with earth could turn
In alternation of violet and rose,
Harebell and snowdrop, at their season due,
And gorse that has no time not to be gay.
But if this be not happiness, — who knows?
Some day I shall think this a happy day,
And this mood by the name of melancholy
Shall no more blackened and obscured be.