Autumn in Gothenburg

There’s a certain kind of silence that creeps into Gothenburg when October hits. The tourists are gone. The summer optimism packed up and shipped off like the last ferry to Denmark.

Happy hour at Eastern cemetery.

For many the autumn is a season of melancholy. Leaves spiral down like dying thoughts. A bitter confirmation that decay is the fate of all mankind, while we gaze upon the colorful trees as the last vestiges of beauty. It’s beautiful in the way an old Tom Waits ballad is beautiful: cracked, rusted and brutally honest.

Kungsparken goes Technicolor.

I prefer to see it as the deep breath before the plunge. Next stop is the most mellow month of the year. Gothenburg in November is like a Romero movie without zombies.

I recall the park at fall.

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.

The tunnel of leaves.

“I love the autumn for its sense of melancholy seems to strike my need for sadness. There is poetry in the dying of the year and mystery as well.”
— Kyffin Williams