It’s getting to be that time of year again, where you crunch your way through leaves on the sidewalk, wear a sweater outside, and put soup on the stove for dinner. That time when you go out for a run in longsleeves, and your lungs get a bit of a shock from the cool air. It’s that time when horses go out with blankets on, and you don’t refill their water buckets at night because they might be frozen by morning.

It’s also that time of year when the light turns soft and is a photographer’s dream.