It’s the romance of the autumn months that I find most fascinating.
The bipolar nature of love and love of nature. The indecisiveness of daily pitter- patter, the cacophony of the whistling winds before a brutal storm. It’s the explosion of a peach and purple- coloured sky after a bleak grey day.
Autumnal months can be very romantic.
Full of love and full of hope.
A love so deep it evokes a cheerful sorrow.
The departure of leaves to let their trees stay alive.
Fighting a greater cause.
Between the end of October and a few days ago, I tried to capture bits of London that evoke this feeling of love, centred around a theme I feel really passionately about- humility and neglect, from simple things like walking in the windy park with my cousins and morning runs by the regents canal to a visit to the Royal academy of Arts.
All the images I took were edited on VSCO.