Golden

Golden
Originally uploaded by ninniane

Fourty-Five/ Fifty-Two 11.05.10 - 11.11.10

Fall is finally mostly over here. There are some trees still clinging to the edges of green, and several are golden or brown, but for the most part, they are all bare branches just waiting for winter. It's been an odd autumn for me. I spent so much of it inside that I don't feel as if it actually happened. In many ways, the markers of the season were lost to me, especially the changing colors outside that mirror the changes waiting to happen in my inner landscape. So I'm jumping from the bright blooms of summer directly into the stark contrasts and sharp cold of winter. I wonder, is this a metaphor for something, or is it just the circumstance of my life?