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Autumn in Gothenburg

For many the autumn is a season of melancholy. Some sort of confirmation that decay is the fate of all mankind, while we gaze upon the colorful trees as the last vestiges of beauty.

While that may ring true, I prefer to see it as the deep breath before the plunge. A few months later the winter will be gone and nature will return to blossom. Embrace change and enjoy the seasonal variations in sights, sounds and smells.

“What is dead may never die”, as they say in the Iron Islands.

Autumn in Gothenburg The central park is absolutely gorgeous at this time of year.
Autumn in Gothenburg Gold and crimson.
Autumn in Gothenburg I recall the park at fall.
Autumn in Gothenburg It all happens fast! Only six days between these pictures.

2 comments

  • avatar
    11 Nov, 2016

    Agree! Även om vintern är kall och mörk så är det fantastiskt att ha 4 så distinkt olika säsonger.
    Jag föredrar dock att åka iväg någon gång under vintern för en paus från kylan och fylla på med D-vitamin :)

  • avatar
    13 Nov, 2016

    Håller helt med dig! En resa under vinterhalvåret gör underverk. :)

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