Shayan Afzal

In the realm of memory and time, I present to you a collection of images captured in the late days of September in Mississauga. At first, they lay dormant within the chambers of my perception, awaiting the warmth of my affection to kindle their significance. But now, as I gaze upon them, I find myself drawn to their essence, appreciating the frozen moments they encapsulate.

In that moment, I stoodamidst a valley blanketed with the hues of autumn, leaves descending like golden coins from the arboreal treasury. It was a place of fleeting beauty, where nature painted its masterpiece in shades of amber and russet. And in that serene tableau, I was reminded of a song—a melody that resonated with the very essence of that scene. It was Sting’s “Fields of Gold,” its lyrics weaving a tapestry of nostalgia and longing, much like the photographs that now grace my collection.

For in these images, I find the magic of a single moment suspended in time, a testament to the artistry of nature and the power of music to evoke emotions and memories. They are windows to the past, allowing us to revisit the beauty of those autumn days in Mississauga and the enchanting notes of “Fields of Gold” that still linger in the recesses of my mind.