Here in the Puget Sound region, the transition from fall to winter doesn’t follow the calendar and occur on the winter solstice. It happens gradually, quickly, subtly and dramatically throughout the month of November.
This year that transition occurred over the last two weeks of November. A street could look like fall one week and winter the next. One weekend the Snohomish Valley glowed with the golden leaves of cottonwood trees, the next it was stripped down to the brown of winter. Since I haven’t yet figured out landscape photography, I only captured bits and pieces of it, like the autumn leaves covered with winter frost in the photo above and the summer succulent covered in frost below.
And then there’s the shot I missed. The flowers and dead seed heads covered in frost demonstrate the concept of transition perfectly but, unfortunately and infuriatingly, I didn’t get them in focus. By the time I got home with my camera and uploaded my photos to my computer, the sun was already shining on this little patch of flowers, melting the frost away. Transition is like that. The individual moments are easy to miss.
Although I love autumn and winter, the end of the transition between them often makes me sad. Looking out my window today, I only see gray skies and the dull green of evergreen trees. Gone are the golden leaves and sparkling frost crystals of three days ago. The transition is complete.
In response to The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Transition