Changes

This project is winding down. So is the summer.

Because I work outside, my work and the seasons are entwined in my memory.

Winter was snow and cold in a windy field in the foothills of western Maine.

Spring was rainy ferry rides across Penobscot Bay.

Summer was a refreshing breeze across a cove near Clark Island.

Fall is coming, and with it a new project. I’ll remember starting it as the leaves were starting to turn color.