That’s right, time to say good bye to this little face until next spring when it peeps back out again. I had so much fun photographing the dahlias this summer and fall. My BIL John introduced me to a sweet woman Karen, who raises them in the a beautiful place nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains. I have never seen such remarkable dahlias, some as big as a saucer. It was a colorful feast for the senses and I was in heaven.
Now it’s time to shift gears and seek out all the beauty of winter. Yes you read that right, there is beauty in the sparseness of winter and I’ll be out there finding it to share with you through my lens. I think Andrew Wyeth said it best:
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.
Have a blessed Thanksgiving and don’t let the tryptophan get the best of you, or on second thought enjoy your tryptophan coma!