“This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.” – Winston Churchill

The air was cold. The ground. Mushy and wet. After what seems like, 500 Days of Summer in Los Angeles, The Pacific Northwest finally embraced me with it’s first glimpse of Fall weather. And I was more than happy to accept. For some people, Autumn marks the season of melancholy. Leaves begin to fall, fruits wither in the ground, and dark gray clouds replaces the blue skies of summer. But Albert Camus once wrote, “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower”. He couldn’t be further from the truth. As we walked down the trail, every corner that I saw was a mosaic of colors. Yellows, oranges and greens cover the otherwise umber colored landscape. And with the setting sun peeking behind the trees, rays of light would hit the ground and make it sparkle. It gave me a feeling like nothing else. Like I was in another world. It was surreal. It was perfect. Dusk was slowly approaching and I couldn’t help but think that this would be the last set of pictures that I will be taking of them. With Vino as a groom and Icha as a bride. It was indeed bittersweet. And I’m sure they feel the same way. Not about their photographers but about life, in general. Because, for them a new leaf is turning. The summer of their youth has ended, and with it, the fall of marriage begins. But just like the autumn leaves that gives the earth its radiance, their marriage will be full of light and color just the same. And I’m sure they will have it no other way.