For me fall is when I remember Wiliams Carlos Williams’s poem  

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends

upon

a red wheel

barrow

glazed with rain

water

beside the white

chickens

And more so as I have memories of taking a photograph of our wheelbarrow in our former Kerrisdale garden in the fall.

In these days of autumn, when weather permits, I go on my bike for an hour. There is a spot at the end of Musqueam View Street, when it ends on Point Grey Road, where I take panoramic photographs of a nice view of the city with the North Shore mountains. Of late I have been taking some fall photographs. I cannot grasp if these are landscapes or street photographs. For me it is something not usual with me as I want to always take portraits. But in my mind are the words of Vancouver Magazine art director Chris Dahl, "Alex do it different."

Constantly in my mind is what Chief Leonard George told me some years ago that his Indigenous people had the tradition that as winter got closer, if one survived it, you would live for another year. Chief Leonard George died on 6 December, 2017.

I have a couple of months to go.