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.

The central park is absolutely gorgeous at this time of year.

Gold and crimson.

I recall the park at fall.