By the look of it Malvern’s famous composer Edward Elgar resonated with a bleak and pessimistic voice – something that is perhaps too typical of poets. ‘A Song of Autumn’ (see below) conveys Elgar’s longing for the cold white cloak of winter to cleanse his surroundings of the season’s decay. However, as a photographer in Malvern in the thick of COVID-19, I would prefer (and even think it is necessary) to capture and celebrate some form of hope and promise of a new beginning into 2021.
After all, is there a better place than Malvern to be quarantined? We are so lucky to have such a naturally outstanding hometown – a place for some where staying put is no chore. During this Autumn I have well and truly appreciated nature’s inevitable rebirth – a phenomenon which Malvern reminds us is nothing short of magic!
Yes – this year has been hard, but this can’t get in our way of enjoying the magnetic pull of autumn’s presence. For one thing, the colours all around us have been unashamedly spectacular.
In Priory Park the Acer leaves brought a sense of warmth to the light, donning (but not limited to) Cinnabar, Crimson, Fire engine red, Vermillion. Even though the leaves have fallen, or died (if we are being cynical), the breeze resurrects them as they dance for our aesthetic pleasure. The bright red Virginia Creeper that embellshed the Abbey hotel was outstanding too.
In another snap I took at the Three Counties Showground the long line of trees turns an otherwise unremarkable road into a firework display (something that Guy Fawkes himself would be proud of ) or a golden runway – that might of even tantilised a few UFO’s into landing.
It’s easy to see why our local beauty inspired C.S Lewis. You can better understand the magic of Narnia when you have seen how Malvern’s gas lights glow a little more vibrantly amongst wet leaves on the ground. Albeit, as Lewis reminds us, this will all too soon be replaced by a cold and perhaps more unforgiving snow cloak as winter rears its head.
Wrap up warm, keep the fires burning!
I do hope you enjoy my autumn prints!
Kind regards Simon.
Adam Lindsay Gordon’s ‘A Song of autumn music by Edward Elgar.
Where shall we go for our garlands glad
At the falling of the year,
When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad
When the boughs are yellow and sere?
Where are the old ones that once we had,
And where are the new ones near?
What shall we do for our garlands glad
At the falling of the year?