Here in the Midwest this time of year daily we mourn the inevitable end of warm weather. Then a back and forth move to Fall before the chilly, gray slide into Winter. Like most I revel in the kaleidoscopic scene change to splashy golds, oranges, maroons, and other rebellious hues of our Autumn leaves. More recently I’ve come to view the migration of the Sandhill Cranes as another gift of the season.
Personally, I find myself undergoing my own transitional shift this time of year. Becoming more creatively pensive, reflective and eventually reformative, and finally moving forward to new work.
I thought this photo did a nice job of capturing the mood; the cloudy heavens, glints of blue sky and the sweet surprise of a soaring silhouette.