I became more aware of the trees around me in the autumn: how the branches of the crepe myrtle in my front yard formed a cross-hatching pattern against the bright sky.

The softer light also highlighted frequently overlooked details: like a haphazard pile of leaves on the ground.

It wasn’t not only the deciduous trees that caught my eye: in the morning light, the ridges of bark on this gum tree had a character of its own.