Every time I mention my excitement at the prospect of summer coming to an end, people give me the weirdest of looks. For most it signifies the beginning of wretched cold winter which they prefer didn’t exist in the first place, while I look forward for the colors of fall and the whites of winters and misty cold.

The light that end of summer brings is so absolutely mesmerising that it almost makes me want the upcoming winter to be put on hold. Here are some pictures where I attempt to capture it