I’ve been thinking a lot about seasonal transitions and the slight disorientation we feel as the seasons change. I always enjoy those moments of benign confusion, as we seem to not really know what season we are in. It’s one of nature’s many reminders that we are not really in control - and I think of the late summer to fall transition as the gentlest and prettiest reminder. The light is always beautiful this time of year and the landscape is etched with so much texture. Today is the fall equinox - and also my son’s birthday, making this season even more beautiful to me. Making this I thought a lot about a summer pallette shifting to fall, and the landscape of Maine, where he was born. So this one is for my precious little Wilder and his birthplace!