And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

-Khalil Gibran

At first glance these look like tomatoes, until you look closer, taking in the entire plant. The colors of bitter nightshade are always a pleasant surprise, making me wonder how many have dared to taste the fruit and been poisoned. I am amazed how nature in its wild form, imitates the flowers and plants we purposely grow for food and beauty.

I think about the shifting of the season as the fall equinox settles around us. How over time, if we pay attention, we learn that life too has its seasons, and so it is possible that even on the brightest days of summer, winter’s darkness can overtake us. Our only rebuttal is to understand that we cannot change the the seasons of our lives anymore than we can change the rotation of our world. So I come to this space lately, with not a lot to say. No wisdom or questions to ponder. Wanting instead to just share the nuances of the world around me that I have captured with my camera.

“There comes a day each September when you wake up and know the summer is over and fall has arrived. The slant of the sun looks different and something is in the air--a coolness, a hint of frosty mornings to follow. I woke early on the morning of September 24 and reached for a warmer petticoat.”

― Ann Rinaldi, Time Enough for Drums