I have noticed as I age, that there is more texture in my graying hair. Eyebrows that laid flat for 50 years, now sprout of my face like a certain Russian dictator. The smooth olive skin of my youth now looks like an apple with some sort of incurable blight. Let’s face it, it’s never going to be summer again. The garden is past it too, and at this stage of decay, at one of it’s most textural seasons.
Here’s to texture and pattern, and in the garden at least, summer, next year.
Dave Turan came around to take the last of the seasons shots and though he said he wasn’t as happy with the results – I am thrilled with them. He caught the most beautiful textures and saturated color, in the midst of so much change. Thanks Dave.