Passing Light
The Last Warmth
Orange light rests on the glacier beneath a deepening blue sky. A small cloud catches it too, briefly joining snow and air in the same warmth.
Morning Reaches the Water
The peaks catch the first warmth while stones and fallen wood remain in the cool foreground. Morning travels down the mountain by way of its reflection.
The Height of Autumn
A broad trunk rises from fallen leaves, with smaller trees gathered behind it. Autumn occupies the wood at every height.
Through the Near Branches
Bare branches cross the view of an island bright with autumn. Mist opens a distance between what is close enough to touch and what remains across the water.
Under a Season
Autumn spreads overhead. The canopy turns the act of looking up into a way of standing within the season.
A Little Nearer
A small yellow tree leans before the lake and the far bank's autumn color. Its reflection brings that distant brightness a little nearer.
The Leaves That Remain
A few leaves keep their rust color among ice-covered branches. Winter has arrived around them.
The Wood Makes Room
A young tree holds its orange leaves in the dim forest. Around its slight branches, the larger wood recedes into mist.
Before Autumn Has Gone
Snow bends the branches above a path scattered with red leaves. The next season arrives while the last is still underfoot.
Beneath the Soft Edges
Snow rounds the stones along a dark stream. Water moves between their softened edges, carrying winter's shapes in its surface.
A Tree Before the Distance
Bare branches stand against the canyon. Their small divisions give the eye a place to begin before entering the distance.