Autumn is a season of transition. Melancholy sets in for me at this time of year. It's a time for remembering how life is always changing. I remember years gone-by, loved ones long deceased. And yet, in the back of my mind, I know there will be Spring. I have been taking lots of photos this changing season. My hands refuse to cooperate with needle and thread. A shift is taking place with regard to my artwork also. I have decided to remove color from my photos, focusing on light and shadow. Winter time is a perfect time for black and white.
Live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the romance of the unusual.
In this world of constant stimuli, it is nature that slows my pace. I practice the art of seeing when I'm outside. It is easy to have life pass by in a flash. Do you every stop and wonder what you did yesterday, last week etc...? Doesn't it seem that this year has flown by? Well, for me, nature slows life down. It gives me time to reflect, to stop whatever bullet train I've been on and examine whether I truly want all that constant motion. Being outdoors allows me to see the small things that matter the most. To ask questions. Perhaps to quietly be with those I love.