I see it everywhere I look. The past two weeks, I’ve seen it start with wisps of smoke inconspicuously slipping from the chimneys of little houses seated low in the hollows of hills.
I saw it at the top of a maple in my front yard, a single red leaf, ducking and darting amongst the other leaves hiding from passersby.
I see it in the color of the day, and the afternoon light. The evenings are a little more golden, the sky in the day is a very different shade of blue.
I feel it at night, when I forget and leave the windows open. The cool has been replaced with a biting chill.
I smell it when I walk into the grocers. Stacks of cinnamon pine cones decorate the front sidewalks, along with peaches and grapes.
I recognize the alerts in the form of signs advertising fresh corn, beans, squash for sale in front of small local farms.
There is a smell in the air, one of maturity, one of a good time coming to a close.
The change of seasons is upon us.
Fall is here. Soon we will hear the crunch of leaves under our feet, we’re already reaching for jackets in the early evening. Before we know it, we’ll be staring wistfully out the window, as the rain pelts the glass, listening to the winds of winter storms moan as they wrap around the corners of our homes. We’ll be adding hot cocoa to the grocery list, writing Christmas cards, thinking of Santa, and dreaming of the beauty of spring. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly our seasons pass.
The days are dwindling quickly. It is time for the family portrait, the portrait of your child, you furry family member, your children who have just begun another year of school, and will quickly, like the season, move from child to young person on the cusp of adulthood. Soon the red leaf will become two, and twenty. Who, in your life, do you not have portraits for? What would happen if you woke, they were suddenly gone, and you had nothing?
It may sound somber, and it really is… However, there is so much truth to the thought. I have a renewed passion for capturing our families in portrait. Human or animal. This image is for Leo. His family loves him, and he has enjoyed living his later years in a home where he is loved, pampered and adored. He didn’t always have that luxury prior to rescue. Leo is over thirty years of age. He is in his fall season, but he will forever be remembered by those who love him, as they enjoy his portraits in an album, and on the wall.
Here, we have Tucker. He’s a youngster. He will live a long happy life. His mama will have Tucker’s adorable face around to make her smile when Tucker has just chewed her favorite boot, or when he steals a steak, or naps peacefully on the rug in front of the fire. Our family is not limited only to people.
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