Autumn Afloat I
On a rainy autumn day in Harriman, the finest autumn and the strangest colors were not in the forest or the treetops, but at the water’s edge, on the lake. Dark, deep water; fallen leaves scattered beside the decaying summer lotus leaves — another kind of brilliance. Look closer: beads of water on the leaves, enough to lose track of the season entirely — spring, summer, autumn, winter.
秋日阴雨中的 Harriman，最好的秋天、最妙的颜色，不在森林里不在树梢上，而在岸边，在湖面上。湖水黝黑深邃，落叶散落在衰败的夏日荷叶身旁，是另一种缤纷。细看叶片上还有颗颗水珠，一时分不清春夏秋冬。
Continue the Sequence: Autumn Afloat II