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Now I Know Red

For one week in the year, my garden looks stunning. The hedge protecting the road behind from my gardening experiments is a tangle of green throughout the summer, but sometime during the autumn it suddenly becomes a blaze of red, before burning itself out within a matter of days.

Such a pity this started the day I left for America.

But only now that I'm in the States do I understand I never knew Red. Here it's not isolated bushes that radiate colour; everything is on fire. Behind every view is a backdrop of autumn colours. Every photograph I take has a brilliance and contrast I'd not known back home, every hour a Golden Hour. I'm living in the middle of a photographic magazine centre spread.