I missed the transition from summer to fall this year. I’m not sure how, but one day it was oppressively hot and the next day it wasn’t. My September was busy, including a trip to Europe to teach a workshop in Amsterdam and to shoot some personal photography in Paris… maybe that is why I missed it. Suddenly the peaceful calm of summer, with its long lazy days, was replaced by the chaos of the fall: work, dance lessons for my daughter, business trips, family events, booking weddings and workshops for next year, etc.
The transition from fall to winter feels different though, I can feel the change this time; the days are getting shorter, the skies darker, the weather colder and the rain is pounding down. Soon it will officially be winter vacation for my daughter and wife (who is a teacher), Christmas will come, there will be more rain and, I am sure, snow.
Is this happening faster each year? I swear it is, and I have to remind myself to savour each day, each experience, each memory. I have to remind myself to be mindful and present so that it doesn’t pass by in the blink of an eye again like the end of summer did. My life is pretty amazing, full of opportunity, but it is so easy to get swept down the river by the current if I’m not careful. As they say, it is about the journey – not just the destination.
Here is a short photo essay I took last winter, with one or two images thrown in from the year before but re-processed in black and white. It won’t be long until the world looks like this again and I can’t wait. My cameras are ready.