More and more trees stand bare but autumn is still adding some colour to the landscape. This garden reminded me of an impressionist painting. Funny to think of reality imitating art rather than the other way around. There were so many shades of reds and golds on the bush, it was like small brush strokes of many different colours.
But colour is disappearing. These grasses have lost their vibrant greens and now, faded and bleached, they wave in the breeze.