Los Angeles Native Experiences Autumn for the First Time

Florence is best known as the birthplace of the Renaissance. A place renowned as an area which has kindled the artistic abilities of many, resulting in one of the most highly regarded artistic movements of time. Amidst all this art and architecture, I have found the capoliveri (masterpiece) of Italy to be the autumn season that I have just experienced.

I have seen “The Birth of Venus,” I have seen Michelangelo's David, but the most beautiful thing that I have seen in Florence was a yellow-leaf filled park at midnight.

It was after three days of rainfall—the ground was saturated, spirits were low, and the sky had just become cleared of its nebulous beasts. The rain had prematurely beat down the bright yellow leaves, the bark of the trees were pitch black with rain water, and the moon was reflecting upon the dew covered leaves. It was magnificent and sadly, I don’t have a picture to show of it.

Since that night, the leaves have quickly turned brown, becoming a visible sign of winter, which officials arrives in two days. Of course, now that the leaves have officially become carcasses, I am fully armed with camera in hand. Without delay, my standing ovation to autumn as she takes her final bow...

The pictures:
Top right: Park nearby my school. Yes, that is a merry-go-round in the distance.
Top left: Me in the leaves.
Second right: More leaves!
Second left: The leaves on their hearse.
Bottom right: Naked trees.