It's a funny thing... every time we arrive at a new season, I feel like it's my "favorite time of the year," which I suppose goes to show that there is great beauty in all seasons, if you're just willing to pause for long enough to notice.
It's getting colder here, but we haven't had frost yet... which is fine, as we still have tomatoes trying their best to turn red before the season is really over. It won't be long, though... I have been watching the snow level slowly descend down the mountains across the bay from us.
I am also loath so make statements of the "next year surely HAS to be better than 2020" nature, because if one thing seems to hold true it is that uncertainty rules supreme, these days. Maybe, indeed, people have gotten too secure in their feelings of calm and stability...
Lovely photos!
There is beauty in each, but I am not sure if the "dark times" are part of autumn or winter - or just a nameless void :)
Next year should hopefully be a little more comfortable for us as most of the renovations will be over, fingers crossed. Then, it will be a glass house project so that we can grow some tomatoes of our own.
I do think that a lot of life's instability these days is driven by a lack of understanding and experience in society. We tend to focus ever more heavily on the irrelevant and absurd.
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