It happens slowly. This changing of the seasons.
The shift from summer to autumn. A serenade between the two that lingers. A dramatic pause in the harmonious cycle.
There are moments when it seems as if fall’s melody will last forever.
The colorful abundance never ending. A crescendo of vibrant hues and shades.
And then ever so subtly the finale arrives. The colors once so rich and brilliant begin to pale and merge into a soft golden tempo.
I try to capture these moments…as fall winds down her glorious performance. Lingering in that pause and savoring this final symphony of beauty.
Nature knows. This foliage finale just before the next pause and the approach of winter.
She reminds us that nothing lasts forever. To everything there is a season and a rhythm. A beginning and an ending.
And it is in theses pauses, these spaces between the notes, where the music happens.