I pulled over on Cleveland Street, just off Parham Road, to take a few pictures of the first snow of the season. Magical snow floating slowly to the earth’s surface. As I was deep in thought, I heard someone shouting, Over here! Over here! I turned to see a nice gentleman smiling at me from his pickup truck, window rolled down. Take one of me!, he shouted. I obliged with a few quick presses of the shutter. That’ll be the best picture of the day!, I yelled back.

I didn’t plan it this way, but the pictures I took today reflect the beautiful change of seasons, where one overlaps the other in a wide band of time, where pumpkins and Christmas trees share the spotlight.

First images seemed mostly like fall with an early snow.

 

Second group of images seem like a Christmas countdown where we all wish for wonder and merriment. A small measure of time where we can lay down our worries and fears.

 

When I climb back into the car, my fingers frozen, my face flushed, I turn up the heater, fan full blast. I feel the snowflakes melting in my hair and wonder why I didn’t think to wear boots or at least bring along a pair of gloves or even a hat. It’s as though I forgot the seasons were changing. Today was a reminder . . . life is complicated and beautiful.