Watercolor House Portraits Celebrating Autumn

Welcome to Fall! 

It is now officially fall, and while we hate to say goodbye to summer, there is so much magic to be found in Autumn!  Homes surrounded in golden color are so artistically inspiring.

I stopped and thought about what I love most about Autumn and why it is so enchanting. I’ve also collected some of my original house portraits from all across the United States that truly celebrate the beauty of the season. This is what I came up with…

I love the way the earth is transformed from lush green to golden shades of Autumn color. I love the falling leaves and the sound of crisp leaves rolling against the pavement. . .

Bristol, VA


Vienna VA
Kensington, MD

I love the way the leaves look like golden lights descending sleepily from trees. . .

Welesley MA
Wellesly, MA
Washington, D.C.

I love the golden autumn glow at dawn and the flaming fire of sunset. . .

Lansing, MI
Kensington, MD
Kensington, MD

I love the joy of wrapping yourself in a nice warm scarf and pulling out a cozy jacket for the first time in months.. .

North West DC

I love lighting a fire and enjoying the crackle and sparks and the smell of burning pine. . .

Old Town Alexandria VA
Old Town Alexandria, VA

I love pumpkins and decorating my home in Autumn colors. . .

River Forest IL
River Forest, IL
Potosi, MO

To conclude, this poem by Willam Blake really sums up Autumn perfectly!

To Autumn

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stainèd
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
`The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.

`The spirits of the air live on the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.’
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat;
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.

I found this poem on poemhunter.com which has a vast array of poems that are both classic and contemporary.

Enjoy your Autumn!

Cheers, Leisa