As one who lives way out in the country, I am much more deeply connected to the changing seasons than when I lived in town. Although it is early August, the air already speaks of the coming autumn. The nights have been cooler, the light more golden. The meadow that comprises a large part of my yard, my own little wildlife habitat, is preparing itself for the dance of the goldenrods. When these native plants come out to play, entire fields and hillsides rejoice. It is the last hurrah before the blaze of autumn and the hush of winter, almost a season in itself.
These photographs celebrate this slight change in the air as time marches forward and honor a moment of solitude in the natural world.
Until next time...