The seasons have a magical way of easing us into the inescapable reality that time passes and waits for no one. Before the grey starkness of winter, we are flooded by a gush of warm color to keep us hopeful for the coming of spring. Nature is the best artist.
Beautiful “whispers”
Focus and the lack of it is an incredibly strong statement. I have always loved how you use it or the lack of it so skillfully.
Thanks my dear. I appreciate your reflection