“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. ”
Every season evokes an emotion, and that emotion comes to life in the form of memory. The very nature of the season is slowing, and life taking a pause until the days can grow longer and it the sun shows its warm face again. The breeze rustles through the branches clinging to the colorful jewels it took all season to create, and gently carries it to the ground. I have been lucky over this season, to be able to be an audience to such quiet events. I will share with you today, what I have been witness to in the past few days. Take a deep breath, relax and enjoy the fall season.
“Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.” – Albert Camus
Over the next few weeks it is my goal to try and capture the essence of this changing season. Fall is upon the mid-west, and while may not have the signature status of a New England Fall, it has every bit of color and warmth that our neighbors to the North East have. I will be trying to show that, along with a little of the character of Kansas/Missouri. Let me know what you think.
Such a simple concept. Water vapor is condensed and a cold air mass is trapped below a warm air mass. The science of it is clear cut and absolute, yet there is a mysterious character that lurks within these condensed water particles. Places that we have come to know so well become surreal, shrouded by a deafening quiet that blankets all surroundings. Some see mystery as a dark and ominous force from which you may contrive fear, but it can also create a very poweful euphoric sensation. It’s the thought that not all mystery has to have a dark side, but some have a way of moving you to explore, and leave no stone unturned. I feel like that was driving me this particular morning to find every nook and cranny that could have something to show of itself in the new light. I hope these images help to tie back to this story as I feel they spoke to me.