My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane. (Theme Post)
Apologies for quality- found this cool shot in a French photobook I bought at a book fair a few years back. The book is dated 1985. Photographer seems to be Meyer Partouche Sebban, but I can't find info on them.